To quote from On Being Blue: A Philosophical Inquiry by William Gass is to do an injustice to the text’s voluptuousness, the waves of its pages. However to point people to it is a type of reparation.
Words are one-way mirrors, and we can safely breathe, hoot, holler all we like to assure ourselves of our existence, and never once disturb Prudence easing her itch.
And juxtaposing an earlier moment from the movement …
None of these inclusive responses is purely public, purely private; each of them is cognitive, the sum of whatever we know and are at any moment. We experience the world, balanced on our noses like the ball it is, turn securely through the thunder of our own applause.
And so for day 419