the world is its names plus their cancellations,
what we call it and the undermining
of our identifications by an ungraspable residue
in objects. to see it otherwise,
to imagine it caught in our phrases,
is to know it without courtesy, and this
perhaps is not to know it at all. 
to see with presumption is only to note the effects
of one's bright looks, the glimmering classifications,
the metaphors, is merely to watch oneself
confidently gazing.


tim lilburn,
living in the world as if it were home.