tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post229987926615227231..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: There Is No Audience Because There Is No AudienceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-15361436270598215002015-09-10T13:53:17.419-04:002015-09-10T13:53:17.419-04:00seeing the back of your poem reminds me of the met...seeing the back of your poem reminds me of the metaphor of the tapestry's reverse from thornton wilder's novel<i> the eighth day </i>-<br /><br /> i quote here the last lines of that book as found somewhere on the web - an explanatory word has been introduced in brackets somewhere along the way, but the sentence fragment at the end is as wilder wrote it<br /><br /><br /><b>There is much talk of a design in the arras [tapestry]. Some are certain they see it. Some see what they have been told to see. Some remember that they saw it once but have lost it. Some are strengthened by seeing a pattern wherein the oppressed and exploited of the earth are gradually emerging from their bondage. Some find strength in the conviction that there is nothing to see. Some <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></b>mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.com