tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407034878188607881.post1590899930791957228..comments2024-02-24T09:32:16.305-08:00Comments on Tillalala Chronicles: Concert John Olsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07873070309448793816noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407034878188607881.post-68931534816926111552016-03-05T09:26:27.587-08:002016-03-05T09:26:27.587-08:00What great quotes. Thank you, Steve. What great quotes. Thank you, Steve. John Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07873070309448793816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407034878188607881.post-39715665467832126822016-03-05T08:16:47.012-08:002016-03-05T08:16:47.012-08:00An especially lovely final paragraph here! Its su...An especially lovely final paragraph here! Its suggestion of words delivering the goods I'm reminded a bit of Wallace Stevens' lines from "Variations on a Summer Day" -- <br /><br /><i>Words add to the senses. The words for the dazzle / Of mica, the dithering of grass, / The Arachne integument of dead trees, / Are the eye grown larger, more intense.</i><br /><br />And the suggestion of words achieving "something new" reminds me a bit of W.S. Graham's declaration in a January 1944 letter:<br /><br /><i>I believe [that] each . . . poem [is] an addition to the world, not a distortion or mathematic of known digits of what we have already. After each poem there should be such a apparent addition to the world that it will be as obvious as a new over-4000ft mountain added to the Grampians.</i><br /><br />[I had to look up "Grampians"!] <br /><br />Thanks much John!Steven Famahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09886207582824520804noreply@blogger.com