真正的语言并不精致。真正的语言是给最终不过是具棺材的公开邀请函,是挑战,是在阳光边缘一直翩翩起舞的痛苦和疯狂。
"Real language is not delicate. It’s open invitation to what may turn out to be a coffin, it’s challenge, it’s pain and madness dancing on the edge of light."-Czeslaw Milosz, The Collected Poems