Richard Wilbur, the second person named US Poet Laureate, wrote a poem entitled "A Hole In The Floor." In it he describes how a carpenter has left a hole in the floor through which the author looks. He becomes aware of the sources that feed the room as he experiences it.
Naive reality forgets the sources that create the experience we have of life. It is only when we look beneath the surface of superficial reality that we can really "see" life. The room is literaly kept in existence by being fed from a multiple of sources that are not apparent. Once you awaken to this, the room is no longer so taken for granted.
"For God's sake, what am I after?
...the buried stangeness which nourishes the known: that spring from which the floor lamp drinks now a wilder bloom, inflaming the damask love-seat and the whole dangerous room."
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I needed this for my blog. :-)
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