Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
“Just as the Beats grew out of the affluence and McCarthyism that followed World War II and Language Poetry grew out of the Vietnam experience, the great literary tendencies of the next one hundred years will be determined in good part by upheavals we can only guess at today.”
Ron Silliman