“It is as though the poem, through its exuberance, awakened new depths in us. […] And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it…[the image] becomes a new being…by making us what it expresses. […] Here expression creates being” (Bachelard).
Monday, June 15, 2009
Daddy Magic
Daddy + soupy droney loud electric guitar = Edgar stopped crying!
1 comment:
Aww. Isn't it fun the things we will do to make it stop? That little face is priceless.
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