“But if you concentrate your attention on the details, keeping in touch with each muscle, thrusting yourself into free fall with each step and catching yourself at the last moment by sticking out the other foot in time to break the fall, you will end up immobilized, vibrating with fatigue.”
Thomas, Lewis. From The Lives of a Cell. In The Humane Interface: New Directions for Designing Interactive Systems by Jef Raskin, 19. Boston: Addison-Wesley, 2011.
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“But we have not as yet caught up with the promises held out by the rapid drop in the price of computer hardware. Yes, you can now buy all the materials to put your computer together for $400 or so, and with the addition of an amplifier and speakers you're ready to start making music.”
Puckette, Miller. "Max at Seventeen." Computer Music Journal 26, no. 4 (2002): p. 15doi:10.1162/014892602320991356.
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MIT
“Time to eat. Light is suffused, revised
Among the letters. Their ears fill
With sounds of the visible world.
Minutes surround them, trees
In the foreground by voice vote.
Their eyes close. It is night.”
Perelman, Bob. “Pastoral.” Primer. Oakland, CA: This Press, 1981, p. 71.
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“And maybe it will turn out to be a community with not one image of the hero but many—a community whose heroes’ heroism consists in the fact that they can teach us how to resist a community community’s inevitable urge to coalesce all its heroes into one.”
Pearce, Roy Harvey. "Toward an American Epic." The Hudson Review 12, no. 3 (1959): 375. doi:10.2307/3848762.
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“We wonder what his fierce pursuit of the verbally adequate (which is to say, the beautiful) has to do with us and we with it. We begin to be uneasy about what we so often take to be estheticism for estheticism's sake.”
Pearce, Roy Harvey. "On the Continuity of American Poetry." The Hudson Review 10, no. 4 (1957): 539. Accessed August 11, 2021. doi:10.2307/3848911.
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"The important point is that there is something still happening, and the organicity and wholeness which formalist criteria will help us remark are such because, as the poem first happened, it still happens. As it still happens, it brings, inseparably, the life of its culture with it. If we accept the form, we accept the life. If we accept the life, we accept the culture.”
Pearce, Roy Harvey. "Historicism Once More." The Kenyon Review 20, no. 4 (1958): 587. Accessed July 5, 2021.
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“ ‘Poetic truth,’ which seems so difficult to bring to earth, to isolate, to state clearly, and which is also so strangely intimate, has its roots
in a sense of communion with other persons, persons perceived through masks, yet somehow decidedly there, who have believed in us enough to invite us to this uncommonly intimate response, and in whom we, in turn, are called on to believe.”
Ong, Walter J., “Voice as Summons for Belief: Literature, Faith, and the Divided Self.” In "Historicism Once More” by Roy Harvey Pearce, The Kenyon Review 20, no. 4 (1958): 581-2. Accessed July 5, 2021.
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“To say this is, I think, simply to generalize upon the poetics developed in the work of many recent critics and theorists of criticism. One could fill a commonplace book with statements like these:
Works of genuine poetry . . . lay open to [the] sympathetic understanding human being in its possibilities as the possibilities that belong specifically to the one who understands it. [The italics are the author’s.]”
Pearce, Roy Harvey. "Historicism Once More." The Kenyon Review 20, no. 4 (1958): 581. Accessed July 5, 2021.
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“And it is this interest in possibility which lets us willingly suspend our ordinary disbelief in such imagined situations and accordingly assent to them as fully as an artist can compel us to. In effect, we compact with him to go as far as he can take us into the realm of human possibility.”
Pearce, Roy Harvey. "Historicism Once More." The Kenyon Review 20, no. 4 (1958): 566. Accessed July 5, 2021.
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“I wake up from this dream in the joy of being
Quietly I return as my streaming body finds present moment here with you
Hearing listening with you
Grounding with you
Sounding
Becoming silent or relatively so
In silence I am deepest thought”
Oliveros, Pauline. "The Earth Worm Also Sings: A Composer's Practice of Deep Listening." Leonardo Music Journal 3 (1993): 38. doi:10.2307/1513267.
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“Please open your carved wooden protruding
live dead mouth & let your green
bronze dark light skin shimmer with
life death, close open your eyes & close open
your mouth & be dumb speak to us”
Notley, Alice. "Mother Mask." Ploughshares 15, no. 4 (1989): 154. Accessed June 24, 2021.
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“And here’s a most beautiful form, the face of a worn boulder
beige with a trace of rust color, you can find these on many
planets. Not exactly a species. I’m peaceful with them.”
Notley, Alice. From "Eurynome's Sandals." Chicago Review 54, no. 3 (2009): p.141. http://www.jstor.org/stable/25742517.
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“It’s natural to follow a river,
To move by night with the North Star your compass.
And rest by day in the sun.”
Howe, Fanny. Holy Smoke. New York: Fiction Collective, 1979. p. 92.
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“Breathe softly, and amorously. Cover happiness with understanding of its need to fly and see its flight before it has flown, in order to sustain an image of its stillness later.”
Howe, Fanny. Holy Smoke. New York: Fiction Collective, 1979. p. 53.
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“I stuffed this note away in my bag, it made me nervous, and
looked out the port hole. The sky was fulminating with spi-
rit. Clouds were delirious with joy.
The light was laughing.
And something told me, yes, even the spent moment
contributes.”
Howe, Fanny. Holy Smoke. New York: Fiction Collective, 1979. p. 41.
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“If you separated each well-formed particle of life from its origin, you would have as good as you've got. Feathers growing on trees. Fish with beaks. Fountains spurting from the temples of elks. Dogwood petals fluttering from the cheeks of monkeys.”
Howe, Fanny. Holy Smoke. New York: Fiction Collective, 1979. p. 4.
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“LOOK
Particular pleasures weather measures or
Dimestore delights faced with such sights.
HERE
Outstretched innocence
Implacable distance
Lend me a hand
See if it reaches”
Creeley, Robert. “Gnomic Verses.” The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1975-2005. Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, 2006. p. 421.
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