“One must imagine Sisyphus happy,” Camus says, in The Myth of Sisyphus.
So too, one imagines a happy student, book in hand, pushing the syllabus up another class – happy because in the push he writes his own syllabus, for, as Rene Char said, “No bird has the heart to sing in a thicket of questions.”
“Expression begins where thought ends,” Camus says, reminding us then of Wallace Stevens in “The Man with the Blue Guitar”:
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Throw away the lights, the definitions,
And say of what you see in the dark…
The blue guitar surprises you.
