For the poet, the world is word. Words. Not that precisely. Precisely: the world and words fuck each other.
·
For the poet, the world is word. Words. Not that precisely. Precisely: the world and words fuck each other.
“
Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote from prison:
“The God who is with us is the God who forsakes us.
Before God and with God, we live without God.”
“
Joy Williams | “I Pity the Fool”