in italy i picked up dino campana's canti orfici. i read part of it on the long plane ride back to the states. visionary work. every once in a while i like to read such visionary pieces, almost as if to heal my passion for literature after having gone through the graduate literary system in the u.s. i suppose that it also helps that the work is so thoroughly grounded in the mind that it makes me forget winter's chill, which currently, here in chicago, is unpleasant.
since i made it back i've received a substantial (if such a word can be used here) amount of e-mail from people who i have never meet in person. i feel sometimes that when i enter into cyberspace it is a trace area or a void into which briefly a point of light flashes before the darkness. on the other hand, that is similar to my experience of language, which of course structures how i view the actual spaces that i am within.
since i made it back i've received a substantial (if such a word can be used here) amount of e-mail from people who i have never meet in person. i feel sometimes that when i enter into cyberspace it is a trace area or a void into which briefly a point of light flashes before the darkness. on the other hand, that is similar to my experience of language, which of course structures how i view the actual spaces that i am within.
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