I just decided to open my window. My office has a window. I have sat here for days now, weeks, months, looking at the windows on my computer screen. Opening them, closing them. But I never thought to open the window beside me, in my office. My real office, that is. Not the office in [...]
Poem by William Carlos Williams, from The Dial 69 (p. 164).The Desolate Field
Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and grey and—
In the tall, dried grasses
a goat stirs
with nozzle searching the ground.
My head is in the air
but who am I . . . ?
—and my heart stops amazed
at the [...]
Hello world. Yesterday I started reading Being and Nothingness, because I was depressed. So far, the words themselves seem to jump off the page urgently, urging me to consider them as beings-in-themselves. (Rascally words.)