Most of our time is
Spent battling the machines
Of our own madness
Hungry spiders who have lost
Control of our slender threads
Depth Charges: Avoir une araignée au plafond/To have a spider on the ceiling;
“But if a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.” Phaedrus, Plato, Translated by Walter Hamilton.
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