Is there a mechanism of death, that so mutilates existence no one, gets over it not even the dead?
Galway KinnellThats the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous.
Galway KinnellThe only sense we still respect is eyesight, probably because it is so closely attached to the brain. Go into any American house at random, you will find something - a plastic flower, false tiles, some imitation something - something which can be appreciated as material only if apprehended by eyesight alone. Don't we go sightseeing in cars, thinking we can experience a landscape by looking at it through glass?
Galway Kinnell