Miko Kings, LeAnne Howe
When we are at an age to imagine, we cannot say how or why we imagine. Then, when we could say how we imagine, we cease to imagine. We should therefore dematurize ourselves.
Chapter 10.III: the phenomenology of roundness in The Poetics of Space, Gaston Bachelard, transl. Maria Jolas If one were to give an account of all the doors one has closed and opened, of all the doors one would like to re-open, one would have to tell the story of one's entire life.
Chapter 9.V: the dialectics of outside and inside in The Poetics of Space, Gaston Bachelard, transl. Maria Jolas Thus, in a remarkable passage, d'Annunzio* makes us see the look in the eyes of a trembling hare which, in one torment-free instant, projects peace over the entire autumnal world. He writes: "Did you ever see a hare in the morning, leave the freshly ploughed furrows, run a few seconds over the silvery frost, then stop in the silence, sit down on its hind legs, prick up its ears and look at the horizon? Its gaze seems to confer peace upon the entire universe. And it would be hard to think of a surer sign of deep peace than this motionless hare which, having declared a truce with its eternal disquiet, sits observing the steaming countryside."
Chapter 8.VIII: Intimate immensity The Poetics of Space, Gaston Bachelard, transl. Maria Jolas *Gabriele d'Annunzio, Le Feu, French translation. Photo taken outside Eli's Kitchen, Warren RI But who knows the temporal dimensions of the forest?
Chapter 8.II: Intimate immensity The Poetics of Space, Gaston Bachelard, transl. Maria Jolas Photo taken at Lippitt House Museum, Providence RI |
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