a fool in the forest


  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
    In good set terms and yet a motley

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards

    Les Fleurs du Mal,

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7

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    July 21, 2011


    Susan Scheid

    You have, as always, an interesting take:

    The cover image is not a cheapening or commoditization of the event it portrays. It is a palimpsest, a writing-over of an underlying image . . .

    I'm not sure what I think--I doubt a bad motive here, and I do see your point. On the other hand, this is still so raw for so many.


    We certainly have an allergy to this particular image or suite of images. A couple of years ago, I saw a rerun of a tv sitcom in which someone had gone in and blurred -- not erased, just pixelated -- the twin towers in the NYC skyline. A thoughtless and pointless gesture in obeisance to... what?

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