"Language adrift from meaning. There's always more meaning. Like rubble to chewed gum. Our pink lump that attracts and minds the dirt, clings to any interpretable speck of concrete information. Something will stick to it. And hold it for contemplation. Both advertising and poetry leverage our interpretable bits to their advantage, opening us like a can - I'm not sure if we are meant to enjoy these or feel once again dispirited by their abuse of our good nature - our tender top, berated."
"language, propelled with advertorial oomph, instead deadpans with its empty cymbal crash; understand the words but, devoid of context feel a little haunted, disembodied, ghosts of something far."
