I'm afraid I'm in a rather melancholic, Dylan Thomas type mood today, so I can't resist following up my last post with this one (forget all that stuff about the other Dylan and Springsteen being the modern variant of oral poetry: writers of good source code have always been the best candidates, what, when all's said and done, better measure is there of a piece of code than its aesthetic integrity):
You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick... You are back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.
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