Working on a flow
for a poetics of pleasure class I'm teaching next week, I of course think of Gaston Bachelard's Poetics of Space. I find this in it.
"A creature that hides and 'withdraws into its shell,' is preparing a 'way out.' This is true of the entire scale of metaphors, from the resurrection of a man in his grave, to the sudden outburst of one who has long been silent. If we remain at the heart of the image under consideration, we have the impression that, by staying in the motionlessness of its shell, the creature is preparing temporal explosions, not to say whirlwinds, of being.”
So fitting for the careful, the understated, the abiding pleasures of a time like Covid. So hopeful in it's way.