Dec 13, 2009

Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!: The Epigraphs

For Christ’s sake, our young lad thinks, am I going to have to spend my days behind these glass walls instead of going for walks in flowery meadows? Am I going to catch myself hoping the night before each promotion exercise? Am I going to calculate, connive, champ my bit, me, who used to dream of poetry, of night trains, of warm sandy beaches?

--Georges Perec, Things: A Story of the Sixties

Money is a kind of poetry.

--Wallace Stevens, “Adagia”