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
Herb Quine Interviews Herb Quine A Dialogue www.kickscondor.com Some time ago, I had a reader send me a very curious e-mail. It was an interview that they had conducted. In fact, they had interviewed themself! At first, this was very puzzling. But, on some reflection, I realized what a gift this was! I don’t like my part of the interview very well anyway. This is the answer! This page is a truly naked, brutalist html quineWittgenstein's Mistress