In this I set myself the same impossible task as the poet: to say what cannot be said. Indeed, much of my work is poetry described as prose (with margins adjusted) so that people will read it. As poets value the sounds of words above their meanings, and images above arguments, I am trying to get thinking people to be aware of the actual vibrations of life as they would listen to music.
Alan Watts, “In My Own Way,” p.5
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