Treading Stupidity

Charlotte Shane. “Anne Carson’s Splintered Brilliance: On the pleasures of poetry that deliberately defies our comprehension”. New Republic.

Calling one’s self “stupid” is akin to saying “my mind doesn’t work like that.” It’s a way of recognizing the distance between the functioning of your mind and the functioning of someone else’s. An experience of our own stupidity, then, is a privilege afforded to us by the best art and maybe especially by the best poetry: We are granted the opportunity to swim a lap in the pool of someone else’s brain, if we can

Back stroke, crawl, butterfly, breast stroke. Drowning.

And so for day 1771

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