Timothy Morton

Realist Magic: Objects, Ontology, Causality


    Everything profound loves the mask
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    What constitutes pretense is that, in the end,
    you don’t know whether it’s pretense or not
    Jacques Lacan
    As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
    As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
    Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
    Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
    Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
    Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
    Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
    Crying, What I do is me: for that I came.
    Gerard Manley Hopkins