Perceptions

= = =Perceptions =

**Of Ourselves and Each Other **

The Modern Scarlet Letter



"Ah, but let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart. ... A pure hand needs no glove to cover it. ... Sometimes, the red infamy upon her breast would give a sympathetic throb, as she passed near a venerable minister or magistrate, the model of piety and justice , to him that age of antique reverence looked up, as to a mortal man in fellowship with angels. ... No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true." ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne, //The Scarlet Letter//

//Man Of A Thousand Faces// - Regina Spektor

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"The man of a thousand faces Sits down at the table Eats a small lump of sugar And smiles at the moon like he knows her **Without anyone's //sturdy instruction//** **Has found a //path to our __alikeness__// **
 * And begins his quiet ascension **
 * To a place of no religion **

His words are quiet like stains are on a tablecloth washed in the river **Stains that are trying to cover** **for each other** or at least blend in with the pattern scrub till your ﬁngers are bleeding"
 * Good** is better than **perfect**

~ Regina Spektor

Obscuring Our Own Perceptions

"I've been on to you from the start! **Not once did you pull any wool over this boy's eyes**! You come in here and sprinkle the place with powder and spray perfume and //cover the light bulb with a paper lantern//, and lo and behold the place has turned into Egypt and you are the Queen of the Nile! Sitting on your throne and swilling down my liquor!"

"It's dark in here.... I don't think I've ever seen you in the light ....What it means is I've never had a **real good look** at you."

"Whoever you are — I have always **depended on the kindness of strangers** ."

~ Williams, //A Streetcar Named Desire//

Of Our Surroundings

"Houses were __shut tight__, and cloth wedged around doors and windows, but the dust **came in so thinly** that it could not be seen in the air, and it settled like pollen on the chairs and tables, on the dishes ... It ain't that big. The whole United States ain't that big. It ain't that big. //It ain't big enough//. There ain't room enough for you an' me, for your kind an' my kind , for **rich** and poor together all in one country, for **thieves and honest men.** For **hunger** and //fat//." Steinbeck, //The Grapes of Wrath//

Farmers, Farmland



__[|Life on a farm]__ __[|The farmer's experience]__

What We See



"This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and **grotesque gardens** ..."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Through a Lens



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