21 January 2009. Gray layers of cloud, warm air. Late in the evening: golden interior of sardine tin, three small fish, crosswise. A caper and an artichoke heart. Something right...
The Hypnerotomachia Polyphili--rediscovering Antiquity through dream, Poliphilus, his narrow column of type ending in the characteristic wedge--meaning and it's disappearance--or, at the least, it's dissolution into form. The word divagate--something of the same--to wander or digress--from the river's truth. But does not the stream itself wander?
Steps for a dance--something definite. "Cada figura se iniciará con pie derecho."
And then...?
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