I want things

When I look at all-white paintings, if I work very hard, I can sometimes summon up the requisite feeling of slack peacefulness or (depending on the weather) dread at my impending mortality. But, in my hoggish heart, I want things — grapes on plates, Biblical beheading scenes, sea nymphs, sallow Jesuses, people eating pastries on boats, naked Dutch women with fat toes — anything but showily restrained blankness.

Annalisa Quinn, The Ecstatic Blankness Of Poet Louise Glück, review of Faithful and Virtuous Night Poems by Louise Glück(from here) 

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