"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

29 July 2012

Dissolves.


When it all comes together, something as mundane as climbing a big piece of rock can be no less than sublime, a magical dance in which there dissolves the boundary between doer and thing done. “I have stretched cords from steeple to steeple,” wrote Rimbaud, “garlands from window to window, chains of gold from star to star, and I dance.” He could have written that he climbed.

Read the rest at The Chronicle of Higher Learning.

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