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“Beauty walks this world. It ages everything.
I am far and I am an animal and I am just another I-am poem,
          a we-see poem, a they-love poem.
The green. All the different windows.
There is so much stone here. And grass. So beautiful each
          translucent electric blade.
And the noise. Cheers folding into traffic. These things.
          Things that have been already said many times:
leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window shade.”
― Peter Gizzi, Some Values of Landscape and Weather

“When the sun was rising I doubted its value, as it set I lamented its loss.”
― Evan Dara, The Easy Chain

“Words are what sticks to the real. We use them to push the real, to drag the real into the poem. They are what we hold on with, nothing else. They are as valuable in themselves as rope with nothing to be tied to.
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― Jack Spicer

“When the farthest corner of the globe has been conquered
technologically and can be exploited economically; when any incident you like, in any place you like, at any time you like, becomes
accessible as fast as you like; when you can simultaneously "experience" an assassination attempt against a king in France and a symphony concert in Tokyo; when time is nothing but speed, instantaneity, and simultaneity, and time as history has vanished from all
Being of all peoples; when a boxer counts as the great man of a
people; when the tallies of millions at mass meetings are a triumph;
then, yes then, there still looms like a specter over all this uproar the
question: what for? — where to? — and what then?”
― Martin Heidegger, Introduction to Metaphysics