““Wholly absorbed into my own conduits to an inner nature or subterranean lake the depths or bounds of which I more and more explore and know more of, in that sense that other than that all else closes out and I tend further to fall into the Beloved Lake and I am blinder from spending time as insistently in and on this personal preserve from which what I do do emerges more well-known than other ways and other outside places which don’t give as much and distract me from keeping my attentions as clear Charles Olson, "Additions", March 1968—2””
