The poetry of material things
What a lovely name for a Tumblr.
I am a materialist—tough to be Marxisch and not a materialist—but, honestly, I hadn’t really considered the poetry in the material, itself.
It was there, of course, in every Art Deco building or carved lintel, every curving bridge, strutting muscle car, and heavy-ceramic diner coffee cup. I noticed the beauty, but not the material, the sea, not the water.
I love this image. Ordinary and sublime and balanced without fussy symmetry. Just so.
How can this be real? It must be a poem. . . .
(h/t The Near-Sighted Monkey)
