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June 26, 2009


To "feel knowledge" is even sweeter than to grasp it in the abstract, as a live model is superior to a photograph. (Therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.)

If we deeply comprehended the things [people] we depend on, perhaps we wouldn't need them so desperately. Puts me a little in the mind of E. Bishop's "the art of losing isn't hard to master," but Steele's narrator is more alienated than coy in the face of what Bishop finally calls "disaster."

"how easily I could reach you now, if you weren’t so hard to touch" . . . Nice turn of phrase . . . the loved one is not only distant but maybe like stone (hard to *the* touch), as impenetrable, in Steele's vision, as the theory of relativity, and as implacable as a PC's blue screen of death!

k. steele: when i need a way to feel knowledge today, i could just read something that you've constructed. both more and less intimate than talking to you in person.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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