Value, therefore, does not stalk about with a label describing what it is. It is value, rather, that converts every product into a social hieroglyphic. Later on, we try to decipher the hieroglyphic, to get behind the secret of our own social products; for to stamp an object of utility as a value, is just as much a social product as language.
Counterfeiting stones to rhyme with what I can’t even hearInaudible substance of catastrophe a heavy-handed conceit [...]like the soulIn Donne’s Funerall where the poet compares his to a wreatheOf braided hair laced round his lover’s shrouded writsConfusing the spirit that inspires his verse with a cuffOr cop-lock affirming the vehicle’s power to collapse mystery. (36)
This model falls flat the conceit’s uselessTo do anything more than what poetry has always doneTo arouse the ache for communion or the rage that joinsIts loss [.] (37)