I want that feeling. I miss that feeling but I don't miss wanting that feeling so much of the time and I don't want to miss that feeling anymore, having so much of one's mind made up of the wanting and the waiting for that wanting to go away. Yes, I do want it. I want it so badly that I can not risk what having that could mean what kind of lean that could lead to, what kind of lean need that could mean to me.
“There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can’t be said.”
“The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.”
“To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.”