For the poet, the world is word. Words. Not that precisely. Precisely: the world and words fuck each other.
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For the poet, the world is word. Words. Not that precisely. Precisely: the world and words fuck each other.
“What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?”
Jorge Luis Borges | El Hacedor