Tad Richards quoted something by Richard Wilbur at New-Poetry that I’ve seen elsewhere several times.  It always annoys me:

Kick at the rock, Sam Johnson, break your bones:
But cloudy, cloudy is the stuff of stones.

If rocks are cloudy, what are clouds?  Solids are things that we can’t penetrate.  It’s silly to think of them as anything else.  As for Sam, technically he didn’t refute Berkeley, but I’m with him.  Reality is by definition that which is kickable, as opposed to that which is not, because not present to our senses.

Note: I’m deep in my Null Zone again.  Didn’t think I’d be able to post an entry today, in fact.  Then Tad came to my rescue. Then, moron that I am, I once again neglected to change the entry’s designation from “private” to “public” until the next day.
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Tad Richards quoted something by Richard Wilbur at New-Poetry that I’ve seen elsewhere several times.  It always annoys me:

Kick at the rock, Sam Johnson, break your bones:
But cloudy, cloudy is the stuff of stones.

If rocks are cloudy, what are clouds?  Solids are things that we can’t penetrate.  It’s silly to think of them as anything else.  As for Sam, technically he didn’t refute Berkeley, but I’m with him.  Reality is by definition that which is kickable, as opposed to that which is not, because not present to our senses.

Note: I’m deep in my Null Zone again.  Didn’t think I’d be able to post an entry today, in fact.  Then Tad came to my rescue. Then, moron that I am, I once again neglected to change the entry’s designation from “private” to “public” until the next day.
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Tad Richards quoted something by Richard Wilbur at New-Poetry that I’ve seen elsewhere several times.  It always annoys me:

Kick at the rock, Sam Johnson, break your bones:
But cloudy, cloudy is the stuff of stones.

If rocks are cloudy, what are clouds?  Solids are things that we can’t penetrate.  It’s silly to think of them as anything else.  As for Sam, technically he didn’t refute Berkeley, but I’m with him.  Reality is by definition that which is kickable, as opposed to that which is not, because not present to our senses.

Note: I’m deep in my Null Zone again.  Didn’t think I’d be able to post an entry today, in fact.  Then Tad came to my rescue. Then, moron that I am, I once again neglected to change the entry’s designation from “private” to “public” until the next day.
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