Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Wallace StevensRead
I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the fleeting nature of reality and perception.
Wallace Stevens, in this quote, explores the idea of reality as a transient experience, suggesting that moments of clarity and understanding are brief and may only be glimpsed for a short time. The 'angel of Reality' signifies a powerful yet ephemeral presence that reveals truths, emphasizing the importance of being aware of and appreciating these moments as they occur.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a philosophical discussion about the nature of reality.
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good.
After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.
Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
LIGHT FROM WITHIN my friend, cancer got you damn it: you had it beat for seven years at least. how did it come back? Why all that pain. again. and you, such a fighter you fought me over and over with tears and words and promises. you fought for me with honesty and a light so bright it hurts my heart. sweet lorna. at peace now finally no more battles, just light from within a flickering candle in the dark burns with you.
Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.
From my perspective, I think the question of how we build a better future is an extremely important overarching question, and I think it's become obscured from us because we no longer think it's possible to have a meaningful conversation about the future.
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
Timid men prefer the calm of despotism to the tempestuous sea of liberty.
. . . the mind is desperate to fix the river {of events} in place: Possessed by ideas of the past, preoccupied with images of the future, it overlooks the plain truth of the moment.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
Alone, Alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never saint took pity on My soul in agony
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