awful satisfaction

is it possible to portray anything well without properly understanding it

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I wonder if poetry is anything but turning music into words

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language is an animal - language is a beast. each noun its growl, each howl a verb. the people who have a way with language are the ones who wait and listen, instead of plying their hooks and ropes, clutching and clawing at words to support them

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the great thing about the London overground is that it doesn't listen to you. it doesn't come when you want it to - doesn't depart at your convenience. the sun is the same; you can never predict how hard or how soft it will shine on any given day, but that's what makes its rays - and all the objects it gilds - precious. the only things in this world that are truly priceless are the ones you might never see again