enformation overload
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To be in any form, what is that?
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,)
…
Mine is no callous shell,
I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop,
They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy,
To touch my person to some one else’s is about as much as I can stand.
~ from Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself
September 1st, 2009 at 4:06 pm
unenformed