The air is full of infinite, straight, radiant lines crossing without ever entering
the path of one another, and they represent for each object the true form of
its cause.
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS:
A course in mathematics would not be wasted on a poet, or a reader of poetry,
if he remembers no more from it than the geometrical principle of the
intersection of loci:from all angles lines converging and crossing establish
points. He might carry it further and say that in his imagination apprehension
perforates at places, through to understanding--as white is at the intersection of
blue and green and yellow and red. It is this white light that is the background
of all good work-- (from Williams' essay on Marianne Moore)
GUY DAVENPORT
It is...electrochemical energy in brain cells derived from photosynthetic sugar
in vegetables whereby we can see a star at all, and the fire of the star which
we call the sun thus arranged that it could be seen and thought of by the
nourishing brain. Is that system closed? Did the sun grow the tree that
made the paper that you are holding, and in the ink on it, so that it can read
this book with your eyes?
(from Davenport's essay on the poet Ronald Johnson)
AGNES MARTIN:
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