I am not a man of ideas. I am a man of style. Style, well, everyone stops before that, no one really reaches the thing. Because it’s very hard work. It involves taking sentences, as I was saying, and having them fly off their handle…
“When new love plucks the falcon from his wrist, And cuts the gyve and casts the scarlet hood, Where is the heron heart whom flight avails?”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”
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