Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible at least apprehensible, but unreachable. To perceive it at all is to be haunted by it; some sound, some tone becomes a torment.
—Louise Glück, from “Education of the Poet”
Last week: Wittgenstein on the beauty of the gaps.
Next week: Omar Khayyam’s keys and veils.
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