Friday, November 23, 2012

3989. CONTINGENCIES

CONTINGENCIES
It was when I saw Lawrence Welk's people
singing Old Black Joe that I knew I was
distant. It made me sodden and angry.
That's somehow worse than sad. The
conservationist John Muir once had
said : 'Going out, I found, was really
going in.' I somehow knew what he
meant, and all was well  -  until.
Until I heard poet Wallace
Stevens say : 'perhaps the
truth depends on a walk
around the lake.'

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