"You can see anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend. I bow to them. I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down. I love words so much. The unexpected ones. The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until suddenly they drop." -Pablo Neruda
Just a lovely quote from a more than lovely writer...
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Perhaps only Neruda knew how to make language itself seem sensuous :). Many writers describe their respect for language, their awe before it, its power, etc. Not many describe it as an object of desire, something to be devoured, consumed. For Neruda, language seems to be a rather physical experience. If you really like Neruda, check out Red Poppy at www.redpoppy.net. It's a non-profit set up to create a documentary about Neruda, publish his biography, and translate his works into English.
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