Friday, April 17, 2009
a crowd of grand and confused images
Poetry is, therefore, superior to painting as a means of raising the passions, although the latter gives the clearest images. The fact is, that our ignorance of things causes all our admiration, and chiefly excites our passions. In great passages of Milton the mind is hurried out of itself by a crowd of grand and confused images, which affect because they are crowded and confused. The images of poetry are always obscure. To see a thing distinctly is to see its bounds, and cut it off from infinity. A clear idea is another name for a little idea.
"Sublime and Beautiful," Edmund Burke
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- gentle rain from heaven
- bathe and paddle about bucolically in a mild puddle
- indistinguishable from magic
- i like this kind of tension
- a kind of gravity
- flat and coolly distant
- here we go again
- take, for example
- like a perhaps
- discipline
- wine is how words taste
- lifes
- the doleful cello
- a crowd of grand and confused images
- there are two silences
- an oblivion of care and a freedom from solicitude
- double yolk
- crushed cigarettes and kitchen matches
- you had
- ocean
- haunted evenings and dark nights of secret assigna...
- must mean something
- night's friendly takeover
- makes me clumsy
- trop retro
- what they are
- corner
- things are going to happen that are going to shift...
- down the streets of the big night world
- no one more ferocious
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