Impatient as we were for all of them to join us,
\nThe land had not yet risen into view : gulls had swept the gray steel towers away
\nSo that it pro\u00adfi\u00adted less to go sear\u00adching, away over the hum\u00adming earth
\nThan to stay in imme\u00addiate rela\u00adtion to these other things \u2013 boxes, store parts, wha\u00adte\u00adver you wan\u00adted to call them \u2013
\nWhose ins\u00adtal\u00adled\u00adness was the price of fur\u00adther revo\u00adlu\u00adtions, so you knew this com\u00adbat was the last.
\nAnd still the rela\u00adtion\u00adship waxed, billo\u00adwed like sce\u00adne\u00adry on the breeze.<\/p>\n
They are the same aren\u2019t they,
\nThe pre\u00adsu\u00admed land\u00adscape and the dream of home
\nBecause the people are all home\u00adsick today or des\u00adpe\u00adra\u00adte\u00adly sleeping,
\nTrying to remem\u00adber how those rec\u00adtan\u00adgu\u00adlar shapes
\nBecame so extra\u00adneous and so near
\nTo create a fore\u00adground of quiet knowledge
\nIn which youth had grown old, chan\u00adting and sin\u00adging wise hymns that
\nWill sign for old age
\nAnd so lift up the past to be per\u00adsua\u00added, and be put down again.<\/p>\n
The war\u00adning is nothing more than an aspi\u00adrate \u00ab h \u00bb ;
\nThe pro\u00adblem is sket\u00adched com\u00adple\u00adte\u00adly, like fire\u00adworks moun\u00adted on poles :
\nComplexion of eve\u00adning, the accu\u00adrate voices of the others.
\nDuring Coca-Cola les\u00adsons it becomes patent
\nOf noise on the left, and we had so skip\u00adped a stage that
\nThe great wave of the past, com\u00adpoun\u00added in derision,
\nSubmerged idea and non-drea\u00admer alike
\nIn fal\u00adset\u00adto star\u00adlight like \u00ab purity \u00bb
\nOf desi\u00adgn that had been the first dan\u00adger sign
\nTo wash the sti\u00adcky, icky stuff down the drain \u2013 pfui !<\/p>\n
How does it feel to be out\u00adside and inside at the same time,
\nThe deli\u00adcious fee\u00adling of the air contra\u00addic\u00adting and secret\u00adly abetting
\nThe inter\u00adior warmth ? But the land curdles the dis\u00admay in which it\u2019s written
\nBearing to a final point of fol\u00adly and doom
\nThe wis\u00addom of these generations.
\nLook at what you\u2019ve done to the landscape \u2013
\nThe ice cube, the olive \u2013
\nThere is a per\u00adfect tri-city mesh of things
\nExtending all the way along the river on both sides
\nWith the end left for thoughts on construction
\nThat are always tur\u00adning to alps and thresholds
\nAbove the tide of others, fee\u00adding a European moss rose without glory.<\/p>\n
We shall very soon have the plea\u00adsure of recording
\nA per\u00adiod of una\u00adni\u00admous ter\u00adgi\u00adver\u00adsa\u00adtion in this respect
\nAnd to make that plea\u00adsure the grea\u00adter, it is worth while
\nAt the risk of tedious ite\u00adra\u00adtion, to put first upon record a final protest :
\nRather decaying art, genius, ins\u00adpi\u00adra\u00adtion to hold to
\nAn impos\u00adsible \u00ab calque \u00bb of rea\u00adli\u00adty, than
\n\u00ab The new school of the tri\u00advial, rising up on the field of battle,
\nSomething of sludge and leaf-mold, \u00bb and life
\nGoes tri\u00adck\u00adling out through the holes, like water through a sieve,
\nAll in one direction.<\/p>\n
You who were direc\u00adtion\u00adless, and thought it would solve eve\u00adry\u00adthing if you found one, All this came to pass eons ago. Impatient as we were for all of them to join us, The land had not yet risen into view : gulls had swept the gray steel towers away So that it pro\u00adfi\u00adted less to go sear\u00adching, away over the hum\u00adming earth Than to stay in imme\u00addiate rela\u00adtion to these other things \u2013 boxes, store parts, wha\u00adte\u00adver you wanted [\u2026]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"quote","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"wp_typography_post_enhancements_disabled":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19002","post","type-post","status-publish","format-quote","hentry","category-non-classe","post_format-post-format-quote"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19002","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=19002"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19002\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19002"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19002"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19002"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhat do you make of this ? Just because a thing is immortal
\nIs that any rea\u00adson to wor\u00adship it ? Death, after all, is immortal.
\nBut you have gone into your houses and shut the doors, meaning
\nThere can be no fur\u00adther discussion.
\nAnd the river pur\u00adsues its lone\u00adly course
\nWith the sky and the trees cast up from the landscape
\nFor green brings unhap\u00adpi\u00adness \u2013 le vert Porte malheur.<\/em>
\n\u00ab The char\u00adtreuse moun\u00adtain on the absinthe plain
\nMakes the strong man\u2019s tears tumble down like rain. \u00bb<\/p>\n
\nYour pro\u00adgram wor\u00adked out per\u00adfect\u00adly. You even avoided
\nThe mono\u00adto\u00adny of per\u00adfec\u00adtion by lea\u00adving in cer\u00adtain flaws :
\nA back\u00adward way of beco\u00adming, a for\u00adced handshake,
\nAn absent-min\u00added smile, though in fact nothing was left to chance.
\nEach detail was start\u00adlin\u00adgly clear, as though seen through a magni\u00adfying glass,
\nOr would have been to an ideal obser\u00adver, name\u00adly yourself \u2013
\nFor only you could watch your\u00adself so patient\u00adly from afar
\nThe way God watches a sin\u00adner on the path to redemption,
\nSometimes disap\u00adpea\u00adring into val\u00adleys, but always on the way<\/em>,
\nFor it all builds up into some\u00adthing, mea\u00adnin\u00adgless or meaningful
\nAs archi\u00adtec\u00adture, because plan\u00adned and then aban\u00addo\u00adned when completed,
\nTo live after\u00adwards, in sun\u00adlight and sha\u00addow, a cer\u00adtain amount of years.
\nWho cares about what was there before ? There is no going back,
\nFor stan\u00adding still means death, and life is moving on,
\nMoving on towards death. But some\u00adtimes stan\u00adding still is also life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"