"To find my home in one sentence, concise, as if hammered in metal.
Not to enchant anybody.
Not to earn a lasting name in posterity.
Meeting an unnamed need for order, for rhythm, for form,
which three words are opposed to chaos and nothingness."
Czeslaw Milosz
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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