[ssf] When the Map is the Territory : Losing Face

[Adam Moran]

I found this quote in a book proposal at the Bukowski Agency via a
google search on *When the Map is the Territory*

   "When I think about it, I shouldn’t be surprised by any of this. Where
    could faces go after blindness other than into memory, or into the
    realm of fiction altogether? But that’s not to say I fully understand
    or know all the implications of a faceless future and a preserved
    portrait of my living past.
                                Writing of the faces in the Paris Metro,
    Ezra Pound’s famous haiku describes them as 'petals on a black wet
    bough'. Both art and blindness are talents at halting clocks. All
    these faces frozen in time as Pound’s blossoms remain. Always petals
    in bloom, these people I remember in the Spring of my seeing." [1]

*When the Map is the Territory* is the title of chapter 19, a chapter
still to be written.

--
Pretty petty thieves
Two pence stuck beneath the scales
Just bus fare on our streets

[1] The View from Here : Dispatches from the Edge of Blindness by Ryan
Knighton
http://www.thebukowskiagency.com/THE%20VIEW%20FROM%20HERE%20PROPOSAL.doc