“Poetry is a manifestation of the spirit as it triangulates itself through the desires and limitations of meat, meditative inklings of immortality, and the play in the manipulation of aestheticized materials. It forgets about itself as code making, has the supreme confidence of handling elemental fuels. The word then is not only fit referent but also magical embodiment of the thing, the word takes its flesh from the world. Transubstantiation… WE ARE MAKING BIRDS, NOT BIRDCAGES.”

- Dean Young, The Art of Recklessness; Poetry as Assertive Force and Contradiction

And when I said, “The limits of my language
are the limits of my world,” you laughed.


- Robert Hass, “Spring,” Field Guide