Sunday, August 26, 2012

The autopoietic theory of poetry.

Every sentence should drop under its own weight.
Bounded by a surface tension.
Compelled by outside forces.
A world folding back on itself by shaving a fraction of a dimension at a time.
But fate prevents the whole from being simpler than the part...
until it is perceived
 and then it is art.

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