Mar 22, 2004 21:03
"You know what poetry is about?" said Eleanor. "The impossibility of sexual love. Poets finally don't even want genitals, their own or anyone else's. A poet wants metaphors, patterns, some ersatz physics of love. For a poet, to love is to have no lover. And to live.."-- she raised her wine glass and failed to suppress a smile--"is to have no liver
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