October 2010
9 posts
Said the Poet to the Analyst
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only broken by the sources of things; as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic, unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings. I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said… but did not....
“thank you dear
now what do words say?
what do words like thank you say?”
– Life is Grand, Old Canes
