09-13-2011, 06:29 PM
"How many people came and stayed a certain time, uttered light or dark speech that became part of you like light behind windblown fog and sand, filtered and influenced by it, until no part remains that is surely you? Those voices in the dusk have told you all and still the tale goes on in the form of memories deposited in irregular clumps of crystal." -John Ashbery
"Appearances, undwellings are shunted aside, the come-and-gone debris of the lasting, but, think of it, out of the curvatures of time’s plumbings, to appear, be someone, in a where, a bit planet in a furrow of a flimsy galaxy—just the flash on the edge of time: to be present in the very moment of emergence of what is: like that: whereas we could love the lasting only if it kept the present, which it doesn’t, but turns in and out of itself until it becomes no more than the turning in and out of its turning." A.R. Ammons
"Appearances, undwellings are shunted aside, the come-and-gone debris of the lasting, but, think of it, out of the curvatures of time’s plumbings, to appear, be someone, in a where, a bit planet in a furrow of a flimsy galaxy—just the flash on the edge of time: to be present in the very moment of emergence of what is: like that: whereas we could love the lasting only if it kept the present, which it doesn’t, but turns in and out of itself until it becomes no more than the turning in and out of its turning." A.R. Ammons