"Every true poet is a monster.
He destroys people and their speech.
His singing elevates a technique that wipes out
the earth so we are not eaten by worms.
The drunk sells his coat.
The thief sells his mother.
Only the poet sells his soul to separate it
from the body that he loves."
Tomaž Šalamun, “Folk Song,” translated by Charles Simic (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)