Saturday, April 2, 2011

some things are like this

Of Bright & Blue Birds & the Gala Sun
Some things niƱo, some things are like this
That instantly and in themselves are gay,
And you and I are such things, O most miserable...

For a moment they are gay and are a part
Of an element, the exactest element for us,
In which we pronounace joy like a word of our own.

It is there, being imperfect, and with these things
And erudite in happiness, with nothing learned,
That we are joyously ourselves and we think

Without the labor of thought, in that element,
And we feel, in a way apart, for a moment, as if
There was a bright scienza outside of ourselves,

A gaeity that is being, not merely knowing,
The will to be and to be total in belief,
Provoking a laughter, an agreement, by surprise. 

--Wallace Stevens

trip to the desert

I want to go to the desert with a suitcase and build the following:

And run around in nothing but these: