The world is its names plus their cancellations, what we call it and the undermining of our identifications by an ungraspable residue in objects. To see it otherwise, to imagine it caught in our phrases, is to know it without courtesy, and this perhaps is not to know it at all. To see with presumption is only to note the effects of ones bright looks, the glimmering classifications, the metaphors, is merely to watch oneself confidently gazing.
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Tim Lilburn
The world is its names plus their cancellations, what we call it and the undermining of our identifications by an ungraspable residue in objects. To see it otherwise, to imagine it caught in our phrases, is to know it without courtesy, and this perhaps is not to know it at all. To see with presumption is only to note the effects of ones bright looks, the glimmering classifications, the metaphors, is merely to watch oneself confidently gazing.
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