"I'll always have a hard time with new metaphors in language...For instance, when Tomas Tranströmer writes:
'There in the coppice you could hear the murmur of a new language:
the vowels were blue skies and the consonants were black twigs
and they spoke so slowly above the snow'."How do you know the consonants are black twigs and not something completely different? We all have our dreams: humans long to be able to fly, I long to know what words mean.
"I'm colour blind. Sure, I know there are words which represent colours, and that these are one of the characteristics of objects. But I fumble in my efforts to grasp what it is. I don't even know what darkness is..."
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