I must make sure my book does not lack the language gouged from the mouth and heaped on the subject, tongue sprung and magnificent. Mine — my book — can hold torrents.
“Night kneels over the sleeper.
Where did his journey begin, where will
it burn through to?
And what does he swim for now.
Swim, sleeper, swim.”
Anne Carson | “TV Men: The Sleeper”
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