Lara Carlson |
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Sick of those who come with words, words but no language,
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
Wilderness has no words. The unwritten pages
stretch out in all directions.
I come across this line of deer-slots in the snow: a language,
language without words.
—Tomas Tranströmer
March 1979, excerpt
Robin Robertson translation
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We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves.
But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.
—Anthony Marra
A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, excerpt
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Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize
The stars are words
and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words,
and so is this world too.
And I realize that no matter where I am,
whether in a little room full of thought,
or in this endless universe of stars and mountains,
it’s all in my mind.
—Jack Kerouac
Lonesome Traveler
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