Three Poems
T.J. Clark: Three Poussin Poems, 22 January 2004
“... No more soft explosions of hair in water – Diderot’s electric, scintillating extension of self, His thread of atoms glittering with static! – All senseless and endless as we are shown it, top heavy, twisted in fetters, Dragged along in the current squeezed sentimentally from the rock. Dawn must not be our metaphor, you understand. (The young man ... ”