But everyone I know reaches a point where they throw out their arms and go beserk for a while; otherwise you never know what your limits are. I was just trying to find mine. ↗
Never have I found the limits of the photographic potential. Every horizon, upon being reached, reveals another beckoning in the distance. Always, I am on the threshold. ↗
I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes. ↗