I look in the mirror. There's me. What's in the mirror is not real. So am I unreal?
The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .
The truest writers are those who see language not as a linguistic process but as a living element.
When you get a class reciting some great poems, it'll tear your heart out.
The future happens. No matter how much we scream.
The thing that is believed is a reality.