OFFSITE. ENTRANCE: Janey Muir & Cordelia Underhill

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

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

III
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