Thursday, March 19, 2009

Two ways of looking at the same...











You can say anything you want, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop...




---Pablo Neruda
born July 12 1904, Parral, Chile
died September 23 1973, Santiago



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    Katia Shtefan said...

    I think that, at a time when words are so readily available and ever present, whether on the Internet, on TV, on paper, and in interpersonal interaction, it is increasingly difficult to appreciate them as much as Neruda did. This is a good reminder to us that words are not simply another object created and used by man. They have a life of their own because they come from the source of life itself.

    If you really like Neruda, check out Red Poppy at www.redpoppy.net/pablo_neruda.php. It's a non-profit set up to create a documentary about Neruda, publish his biography, and translate his works into English. To see our blog on Neruda’s literary activism, go to http://www.redpoppy.net/journal/Pablo_Neruda_Presente.html.

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