Abraham Lincoln was there. He posed for a picture with my baby. Not too sure what I think about that...
“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).
Friday, September 4, 2009
Honest Abe and Edgar: Enchanting or Creepy?
Abraham Lincoln was there. He posed for a picture with my baby. Not too sure what I think about that...
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p.s. I think that was his real beard. Must be an intersting conversation peice. Also, quite the resume item (shows dedication to your work I suppose).
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