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Words are what stick 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.

I repeat – the perfect poem has an infinitely small vocabulary.


Jack Spicer – My vocabulary did this to me

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