tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post7834312041503695643..comments2024-03-27T06:25:29.002-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `The Wind Defines Their Possibilities'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-51478734634960129522012-04-23T10:53:46.804-05:002012-04-23T10:53:46.804-05:00I am strongly reminded, by last two lines of Liche...I am strongly reminded, by last two lines of Lichens passage, of Charles Wright's "Homage to Paul Cezanne": <br /><br />At night, in the fish-light of the moon, the dead wear our white shirts<br />To stay warm, and litter the fields.<br />We pick them up in the mornings, dewy pieces of paper and scraps of cloth.<br />Like us, they refract themselves. Like us,<br />They keep on saying the same thing, trying to get it right.<br />Like us, the water unsettles their names.Zedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10623092831367861959noreply@blogger.com