Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls
where it did much resemble Henry and
them persons was delighted.
Especially his long & glowing tail
by all them was admired, and visitors.
They whistled: This is it!
-John Berryman, Dream Song 16
I am trying to pull together my pelt. Herewith some notions on interpretation and permanence and museums and experience, and how the latter slips over permanence like a glacier, carrying it along faster than museums normally move.
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