I suppose it would be a lot easier if a training manual were issued at puberty. Chapter One: what your body is feeling isn't necessarily you.
The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul ... the soul ... There is no bandage -- even crying is in vain.
Harmony, rhythm, concision, concinnity are all elements that are epitomized in poetry. Cultivated in poetry, which is the nucleus of the creative impulse, these elemetns serve ...
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