The Consequences of Leisure or the Intrinsic Good of Work

In your working conditions avoid everyday mediocrity. Semirelaxation, to a background of insipid sounds, is degrading. On the other hand, accompaniment by an étude or a cacophony of voices can become as significant for work as the perceptible silence of the night. If the latter sharpens the inner ear, the former acts as touchstone for a diction ample enough to bury even the most wayward sounds.--Walter Benjamin
Benjamin writes the wayward sounds that bury once and for all every diction; ample or otherwise; amplified and otherworldly; copyist; panoplied patience; panpsyche; dialectical inner ear infection; idiomatic whatever-you-like; no knowing how he did it and no way to reproduce the results.
Wound slurry--disjecta membra.
Stonehenge with henge-horns, a crown, stars of the kind you find on a wizard’s cap, a crescent moon golden and dripping with shawl blood, raining the heavens’ fire--that’s how they measured a yard.
At the flea market, I bought one of Blake’s color plates--bulging buttocks, baby men, the kind Plato would lie with (a fine thing, good for its own sake).
He held the sun on his shoulder. It sagged like a bag full of bloody shawls, or an egg yolk, slinking as those do sometimes down a runny piece of toast.
The hammer and tongs are implements of Los, flanked by his fellow laborers.--(Color Plate 16) Blake’s Poetry and Designs. Ed. Mary Lynn Johnson and John E. Grant.
So labor makes your buttocks bulge; Blake had to know--or had he? Relying as he did on patronage, good enough for its consequences.