The mind sated on pages, rife with poems, must lose every page and every poem in order to be subject to that desire which, on seeing an empty page, wants to fill it with song. We must be full before we are empty: full of words not our own before we can suffer the emptiness of needing our own words.
—Dan Beachy-Quick
—Dan Beachy-Quick
Sunday, September 22, 2013