“ Who cares about my cock? It'll fend for itself. ”
But spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end. It’s a mistake of emphasis.
~ Nicholson Baker
Poetry is prose in slow motion.
You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem.
Books: a beautifully browsable invention that needs no electricity and exists in a readable form no matter what happens.
