Jean-Luc Marion:
My idol defines what I can bear of phenomenality—the maximum of intuitive intensity that I can endure while keeping my look on a distinctly visible spectacle, all in transforming an intuition into a distinct and constituted visible, without weakening into confusion or blindness. In this way my idol exposes the span of all my aims—what I set my heart on seeing, and thus also want to see and do. In short, it denudes my desire and my hope. What I look at that is visible decides who I am. I am what I can look at. What I admire judges me.
William Carlos Williams:
RAINDROPS ON A BRIAR
I, a writer, at one time hipped on
painting, did not consider
the effects, painting,
for that reason, static, onthe contrary the stillness of
the objects—the flowers, the gloves—
freed them precisely by that
from a necessity merely to movein space as if they had been—
not children! but the thinking male
or the charged and delivering
female frantic with ecstasies;served rather to present, for me,
a more pregnant motion: a
series of varying leaves
clinging still, let us say, tothe cat-briar after last night’s
storm, its waterdrops
ranged upon the arching stems
irregularly as an accompaniment.