Sunday, 21 October 2012

OFFSITE. ENTRANCE: Janey Muir & Cordelia Underhill

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

- Wallace Stevens, excerpt from Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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