Joseph Grigely: Monologue of A Deaf Man
September 12, 2026 – October 24, 2026
M. LeBlanc, 3514 W. Fullerton Ave, Chicago, IL 60647
But did the brushless fox die of eloquence? No, but talked himself, it seems, into a tale. The injury, dominated, is an asset; It is there for domination, that is all. Else what must faith do deserted by mountains? —David Wright, “Monologue of a Deaf Man” in Monologue of a Deaf Man, 1958 We make reports for a space. It rains: we are sad. The sun Shines: we are happy. Some Times we shut down: get drunk. — David Wright, “Nerve Ends” in Nerve Ends, 1969 To get back to art. Panegyric, it celebrates The existence of things. Remember Helen Keller Living in a mute vague, an environment of touch, Texture transfigured into sound, smell into colour; Who from a disablement of perception created Forms of the real, images valid and strange, Interpreters of void and of silence, hinges Between what was and what seemed. — David Wright, “On the Margin” in Nerve Ends, 1969 About deafness I know everything and nothing…. If vocation means anything, I suppose myself a poet. Whether I am that is disputable, but the deafness remains a fact. — David Wright, Deafness: A Personal Account, 1969 M.