August 22nd, 2010
The Cellular World
Tags/ Posted by Morris BermanFollow the weather of longing, fat, pink Rubenesque cloudscontinue reading this poem
I always enjoyed the story of how Ludwig Wittgenstein, after delivering a four-hour lecture to his class in Cambridge on the intricacies of some logical problem, would then go to a movie in town (his favorite genre was the American Western) and sit in the front row, letting the images inundate his overheated brain.
