Painting by Jacob van Ruysdael
YANG CHU’S POEMS 478
I was born
With eyes
That could see
Trees.
My hired teachers
Worked hard
To teach me
To see lumber.
Duane Locke
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::INSIGHT::
What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
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