"I walk along, waving my arms and mumbling almost wordlessly, now shortening my steps so as not to interrupt my mumbling, now mumbling more rapidly in time with my steps.

So the rhythm is established and takes shape - and rhythm is the basis of any poetic work, resounding throughout the whole thing. Gradually you ease individual words free of this dull roar."

- Vladimir Mayakovsky, from How Verses Are Made (trans. George Hyde)


Andrew Burke said…
Hey, we used the same quote! But you posted yours before mine ... and only now have I seen yours ... Huh! Good ol' Vladimir went out walking and a talking ... Sounds like my day today: a talking poetry day if ever there was one! Goodonya, Jill. Hope Annie's getting better -

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