Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing to be so little reached as with criticism. Only love can grasp and hold and fairly judge them.
-Rainer Maira Rilke
so many selves(so many fiends and gods
each greedier then every)is a man
(so easily one is another hides;
yet man can,being all,escape from none)
so huge a tumult is the
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