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1 " trying to translateinto a language that's knowna poem writin the language of stone "
― Kenneth White , Open World: The Collected Poems 1960-2000
2 " This is the summit of contemplation, andno art can touch itBlue, so blue, the far-out archipelagoand the sea shimmering, shimmeringNo art can touch it, the mind can onlytry to become attuned to itTo become quiet, and space itself out, tobecome open and still, unworldedKnowing itself in the diamond country, inthe ultimate unlettered light.A High Blue Day on Scalpay "
― Kenneth White