Robert Frank in his window. Bleecker Street.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
– Leonard Cohen
P.S. - If you squint* you can see Emerson’s rock in this photograph.
To wit:
The rock cannot be broken. It is the truth.
It rises from land and sea and covers them.
It is a mountain half-way green and then,
The other immeasurable half, such rock
As placid air becomes. But it is not
A hermit’s truth nor symbol in hermitage.
It is the visible rock, the audible,
The brilliant mercy of a sure repose,
On this present ground, the vividest repose,
Things certain sustaining us in certainty.
from Wallace Stevens, CREDENCES OF SUMMER
*Note: Your squint may, or may not be, metaphorical.
Robert Frank in his window. Bleecker Street.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
– Leonard Cohen
P.S. - If you squint* you can see Emerson’s rock in this photograph.
To wit:
The rock cannot be broken. It is the truth.
It rises from land and sea and covers them.
It is a mountain half-way green and then,
The other immeasurable half, such rock
As placid air becomes. But it is not
A hermit’s truth nor symbol in hermitage.
It is the visible rock, the audible,
The brilliant mercy of a sure repose,
On this present ground, the vividest repose,
Things certain sustaining us in certainty.
from Wallace Stevens, CREDENCES OF SUMMER
*Note: Your squint may, or may not be, metaphorical.