The poet… is the man of metaphor: while the philosopher is interested only in the truth of meaning, beyond even signs and names, and the sophist manipulates empty signs… the poet plays on the multiplicity of signifieds.
“We were Poor. I’m spelling it with a capital P. …We were on the bottom of the ladder looking up at everyone else. Nothing below us ‘cept the ground.”
Ray Charles
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