So states of un-satisfaction,
objects which we see or which
reveal an absence are the only performances
to which the individual recovers in susceptive uniqueness.
The city might fix it or establish it
but I see it an existence of our own as a chance to see
what the city must and can do, without the power to do it.
had mysterious wishes to be like the stone in the statue
without posing the ability.
You cannot present the poet is eager to extract some petrifiable image from this of the past.
But the images which he left are situated in a life
which was open and infinate in Baudelaire's sense of the word.