Guy Davenport, 1927-2005 - "Let the Song Lie in the Thing"

—Hurrah!

—The arms with the sword rose up as if newly stretched aloft, and round the figure blew the free winds of heaven.

—Give me a sentence which no intelligence can understand.


—There died yesterday, after a prolonged adolescence…

—A clown, perhaps, but an aspiring clown.

—Our salvation is death, but not this one.


—Can you recollect missing him.

—We are alien from everything that was most familiar.

—Include me out.


—Here is plenty of space.

—When we clasp our hands, our right thumbs and fingers should be above our left, as uniformity is comely.

—veracious page on page, exact


—You have a neat and attractive handwriting.

—O. is the easiest letter to write.

—That’s what poetry should look like on the page!


—love to lay a good foundation in the line of outward things

—No force however great can stretch a thread however fine into a horizontal line that is absolutely straight.

—Regard the bent wings, Tatlin says. more...

Found at N+1