From “People Are Stranger: Listening To Graham Foust” by David B. Olsen:
If there are to be strangers at all, we cannot know them — but we also cannot ignore them. The stranger simply must be there, and we must see or sense him, there, with us, lingering at the far margins of familiarity. There are no strangers in isolation. Rather, the encounter with the stranger — this moment of the register — is also an affirmation of our own strangeness.
From “A Conversation With Robert Fernandez” at/with THERMOS:
Lyric language might as convincingly be described (and accessed) as a kind of haunted singing which makes that which is most familiar to us, language, strange, and in so doing reveals the human being’s essential strangeness—reveals that one is constituted by difference and always at home in otherness.
(The title of this blog entry refers to a song I liked a lot in the ’80s.)