Literature is linguistic carnality, battle, courtship and mating.
What elaborate turmoils and relationships the true writer of literature gets into!
What struggles with the passions and selections of thought and language:
for the feverish thrusts of analogies,
for the rhythmically-timed penetrations with theses,
for the arrangements of well-turned phases,
for the orchestrations of sentences into paragraphs,
for the impregnations of gatherings of passages:
all this for the obsessive, prolonged labor and delivery of an abstract child!
All this, for the blueprinting, the birthing, the reproduction, the development,
of a mere representation, a mere artificial version, of self, life and world!
All this, when true literature is in pursuit of (what mere writing is blind to),
our pure human unity and balance, our self-life-world within Earth-life!
All this, in pursuit of lost human essences, once,
through eons of Earth-life's primordial humanity,
freely ours in original forms of Earth's natural, human condition!
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