My God, my God, my whole weird life has pivoted on this hair's-breadth. I am not kidding, nay, not one bit.
The poetry of Shakespeare & the Bible drove me out of college into the wilderness. The poetry of the NY School got me into college (Ted Berrigan imitations : he grew up a couple miles from my alma mater).
Zen & the Art of Information Maintenance.
Gospel: Jesus (the Nazir - not the "Nazarene", but the Nazir,
the ecstatic singer-prophet) - speaking of the future, says,
offhandedly: "Knowledge shall increase." Oh, heart/mind.
Logos/pathos/ethos. Mimesis vs. analysis.
of the best books I've ever received was a gift from a
carpenter-photographer high school friend, who dropped out of college in
the early 70s & came to NY to get into the art scene: The Nazarene : Studies in New Testament Exegesis, by Eugenio Zolli, Univ. of Rome (publ. Herder, 1950). On the Hebrew/Aramaic context of the poetics of the parables.