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“Deer come out of the poplars just as day becomes night. […] They see me standing by the woodpile. They stare. I stare. […] The deer show out from around the word ‘deer’ and they have no name. The world is its names plus their cancellations, what we call it and the undermining of our identifications by an ungraspable residue in objects.”[1]
“The this strikes into us like a shaft of light. […] [W]hat is this is unique, it has an utterly distinct […] fragrance.”[2]
[1] Tim Lilburn, “How to Be Here?,” in Living In The World As If It Were Home: Essays (Dunvegan, Ontario: Cormorant Books, 1999), p. 3, 5, quoted in Zwicky, W&M, RH76.
[2] Zwicky, W&M, LH53.