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Washington MonumentDecember 15, 2009 Another bit from To Be Rather Than to Seem. Images come to me in dreams and daydreams. They slip in during the twilight between sleeping and waking, or stomp their feet when I'm intently focused on something else. Sometimes the images are still shots; more often they come in sequences during which something changes. I've never made a sustained effort to remember my dreams, but many of these images made a sustained effort to make me remember them: they returned again and again, often with variations, until they were marked in memory, then they faded away. Here's one that's been with me for a long, long time. I think it's about audience: what am I worth, what is my work worth, if no one sees it? In Esse quam videri, To be rather than to seem, the literal meaning of videri is "to be seen." A pitch-dark night. The obelisk rises high from its knoll, bathed in pale light and shadow, like the full moon. Circling its base, fifty American flags catch the light and lose it, winking in and out. One by one the flags begin to disappear. The unseen lamps are going out, one after another, around the circle. The obelisk disappears. The night is pitch dark. I am the obelisk. I am watching the lights go out. I disappear.
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