Let the song lie in the thing! Besides, all things are sanctified by genius. In the last analysis, Kafka sighed, all things are miracles. Seeing at what they were looking / Let the audience look to their eyes. The jury of my senses and I said No. More…
Let it never be said that athletes know nothing: they know bodies as well as yogis and surgeons, Beckett and Cronenberg, but their knowledge is of a different sort. Unsymbolic, systematic only insofar as sports science has imposed itself on instinct. Nonverbal its own poetry, paraphrased with difficulty, with loss. More…