Monday, September 10, 2012

/// sweet inspiration sneaks up from behind

"You don't have to write anything down to be a poet. Some work in gas stations. Some shine shoes. I don't really call myself one 'cause I don't like the word. Me, I'm a trapeze artist. Sighting it and hearing it and breathing it in, rubbing it all between the pores of my skin and the wind between my eyes, knocking honey in my comb."
-I'm Not There

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