The Silence of the Lambswool Cardigans
By Rebecca Solnit, OrionOnline.org
July 21, 2003
There was a time not so long ago when everything was recognizable not just as a cup or a coat, but as a cup made by so-and-so out of clay from this bank on the local river or woven by the guy in that house out of wool from the sheep visible on the hills. Then, objects were not purely material, mere commodities, but signs of processes, human and natural, pieces of a story, and the story as well as the stuff sustained life. It's as though every object spoke - some of them must have sung out - in a language everyone could hear, a language that surrounded every object in an aura of its history.
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