Friday, July 27, 2007

"Sometimes I have an imaginary picture in mind of the poet Mallarme in his study late at night... changing, blotting, transferring each word and its relations with such care... and I think the sustained energy for the travail must have come from the secret knowledge that each word was a link in the chain that he was forging to bind himself to the universe." -Robert Motherwell

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