Late #afternoontea -- making #matcha I observe ritual technique, every day perfecting some fineness or slight difference in the presentation ... This afternoon the powder smelled marginally more buttery, the foam whisked a few millimeters higher; finishing with lemony tartness, the tea less hot but the bowl warmer; the wet-grass smell of the bamboo whisk, whose tines are showing wear at the tips ... Which takes me to these lines concerning what happens between perception and abstraction, in the masterwork of #wallacestevens, "Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction":
My house has changed a little in the sun.
The fragrance of the magnolias comes close,
False flick, false form, but falseness close to kin.
It must be visible or invisible,
Invisible or visible or both:
A seeing and unseeing in the eye.
Thought courses through us, as blood -- that is to say, as much as blood ... And "falseness close to kin" would describe, say, the work of #metaphor #poetry #quovadis #newyork #nyc #vsco #al3 +6.0