79 quotes
We are the mimics. Clouds are pedagogues.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
The death of one god is the death of all.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
A fictive covering
Weaves always glistening from the heart and mind.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
Life’s nonsense pierces us with strange relation.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
The poem, through candor, brings back a power again
That gives a candid kind to everything.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
My dame, sing for this person accurate songs.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
Is it he or is it I that experience this?
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
He chose to include the things
That in each other are included, the whole,
The complicate, the amassing harmony.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
There is a month, a year, there is a time
In which majesty is a mirror of the self:
I have not but I am and as I am, I am.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
Perhaps,
The man-hero is not the exceptional monster,
But he that of repetition is most master.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
Without a name and nothing to be desired,
If only imagined but imagined well.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
On a blue island in a sky-wide water
The wild orange trees continued to bloom and to bear,
Long after the planter’s death.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
The romantic intoning, the declaimed clairvoyance
Are parts of apotheosis, appropriate
And of its nature, the idiom thereof.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
Logos and logic, crystal hypothesis,
Incipit and a form to speak the word
And every latent double in the word,
Beau linguist.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
These external regions, what do we fill them with
Except reflections, the escapades of death,
Cinderella fulfilling herself beneath the roof.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
Not to be realized because not to
Be seen, not to be loved nor hated because
Not to be realized.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
The fluctuations of certainty, the change
Of degrees of perception in the scholar’s dark.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
And still the grossest iridescence of ocean
Howls hoo and rises and howls hoo and falls.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
Abysmal instruments make sounds like pips
Of the sweeping meanings that we add to them.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)
The poem goes form the poet’s gibberish to
The gibberish of the vulgate and back again.
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942)