February 9th, 2003

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dylan thomas, in letter to admirer

The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone. What the words stood for, symbolised, or meant was of very secondary importance--what mattered was the very sound of them as I heard them for the first time on the lips of the remote and quite incomprehensible grown-ups who seemed, for some reason, to be living in my world. And those words were, to me, as the notes of bells, the sounds of musical instruments, the noises of wind, sea, and rain, the rattle of milkcarts, the clapping of hooves on cobbles, the fingering of branches on a window pane, might be to someone deaf from birth, who has miraculously found his hearing.
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depressing disabilities

i don't know why anything audio simply flees my mind in two seconds yet visuals threaten to exist past two centuries in memory. i don't know why my mind's always full of stuff to say, and words, and sentences, i can translate with pen, paper or any keyboard of sorts yet when i open my mouth, nothing worthy comes out.

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