To The Invisible
Peter Minter 4. Leave-taking, Sydney 1987 The garden blooms no more, my egotist. Day’s butterflies have fled to other flowers, And now the only visitors will be The butterflies of night. Apollinaire “Flower Picking” (205) … it is impossible to return to the subjectivity of the experience because it is no longer possible to access the geography in which the language event occurred … If forgetting is some kind of beautiful annihilation, how is that together with frailty and contingency and indeterminacy it is also so creatively vital? Alongside various others, this question or something like it is at the heart…