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{ Wednesday, October 5, 2005 }

I was at the O'Reilly Web 2.0 conference today, appearing on a Tagging panel first thing in the morning with Joshua Schachter, Jeff Veen, Tony Stubblebine and Tantek Celik. But I think the best part of my day was when I ran into Tim O'Reilly in the hallway and told him that I also was a big fan of Wallace Stevens and he said:

...How cold the vacancy
When the phantoms are gone and the shaken realist
First sees reality. The mortal no
Has its emptiness and tragic expirations.
The tragedy, however, may have begun
Again, in the imagination's new beginning.
In the yes of the realist spoken because he must
Say yes, spoken because under every no
Lay a passion for yes that had never been broken

It is from the poem Esthètique du mal.

LINK | 8:37 PM | TB

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