« Postmodernism: modernism with a deep sense of guilt.
Language is an albatross, a sullen cross, a site of loss.
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I think of Emma climbing the icy rocks of our imagined world and taking a fatal misstep, one that in the past she could have easily managed, then tumbling, tumbling; in my mind she is yet still in free fall, but I know all too well she hit the ground hard. ⠀
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Poetry should be silent, unread, invisible, inconceivable. The true poem can never be written or heard. »
Language is an albatross, a sullen cross, a site of loss.
⠀
I think of Emma climbing the icy rocks of our imagined world and taking a fatal misstep, one that in the past she could have easily managed, then tumbling, tumbling; in my mind she is yet still in free fall, but I know all too well she hit the ground hard. ⠀
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Poetry should be silent, unread, invisible, inconceivable. The true poem can never be written or heard. »
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