There Is No Word A Poem by Tony Hoagland www.poetryfoundation.org what I already am thinking about is my gratitude for language— how it will stretch just so much and no farther; how there are some holes it will not cover up; how it will move, if not inside, then around the circumference of almost anything— how, over the years, it has given me back all the hours and days, all the plodding love and faith, all the misunderstandings and secrets I have willingly poured into it. languagewords
Ever Present, Ever Changing EVER PRESENT NEVER TWICE THE SAME EVER CHANGING NEVER LESS THAN WHOLE Robert Irwin, Robert Irwin: A Conditional Art Getty Center Central GardenTo enact visually the message euphony