Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.
I take this to be that the jar defined the world around it because the jar was not of the natural world. Wouldn't these signs, by binding the city under a common label, give name to them outside nature? Don't we do that anyway by telling stories? The words we use become little jars that make the world around us resonate with a new vision.