It was 102 degrees today (in the shade)...and suddenly the whole world is full of baby bugs!
“It is as though the poem, through its exuberance, awakened new depths in us. […] And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it…[the image] becomes a new being…by making us what it expresses. […] Here expression creates being” (Bachelard).
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2 comments:
hahaha thats so funny!
Yuck, spiders are no good in my book!
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