Every word we write is a breath – perhaps our last –
against oblivion.
All books are merely delayed dust.
Culture is space and time organized into sensible forms.
Post-modernism is the guilty conscience of modernism.
The lyric sentence is the epitaph of the epic.
Form is as form does.
The child’s first cry is the first song.
Make it beautiful.
The secret is to sing. -- George Elliott Clarke
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"The dogs may bark, but the caravan passes on."
