Sometimes the the surround feels dense, opaque and unyielding, sometimes everything seems to fall into place.
...It is there, being imperfect, and with these things
And erudite in happiness, with nothing learned,
That we are joyously ourselves and we think
Without the labor of thought, in that element,
And we feel, in a way apart, for a moment, as if
There was a bright scienza outside of ourselves,
A gaiety that is being, not merely knowing.
The will to be and to be total in belief,
Provoking a laughter, an agreement, by surprise.
- Excerpt from Of Bright & Blue Birds & the Gala Sun, Wallace Stevens
Ancestral blog post on airform archives
Related post from today (with music) on totalfeckineejit
Oh, and it's an excuse to link to drawing rings around the world
I have one more question, more specific, planned for later.