Paris, Texas, Wim Wenders, 1984
He first, as realist, admitted that
Whoever hunts a matinal continent
May, after all, stop short before a plum
And be content and still be a realist.
W. Stevens, “The Comedian as the Letter C”
….He left alive
fools I could number like a kitchen knife
but Lowell he did not touch.
Somewhere the enterprise continues…
I suppose the word would be, we must submit.
And our net was woven from the stuff of signs,
Hieroglyphs for the eye and ear, amorous rings.
A sound reverberated inward, sculpting our time,
The flicker, flutter, twitter of our language.
…the Quote Board was clearly fighting a losing cause against creeping nihilism. It filled with the work of junior Dadaists: random passages from sports magazines or cereal boxes, meaningless but too inoffensive to suppress in good faith. Disenfranchised blind mouths, wanting nothing better than to deface any suggestion of need.
-Richard Powers, The Gold Bug Variations