The poetry of the pseudoscience of poetry.
"To the moneyed amateurs who ushered the subject into universities at the beginning of the twentieth century (men who fondled poems like antique clocks and ranked novelists like vintages of claret) the study of literature was 'a glory of the universe' or 'the spring which unlocks the hidden life'." —James Marriott via
"Eyes filled with wonder, she went home and changed her baby’s Vietnamese name to an American one."
"How Poetry Comes to Me
It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light"
—Gary Snyder via
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