Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
See, I thought Les Parapluies de Cherbourg would have, like, people dancing. With umbrellas. But no.
'Oh yes, the sentence,' Creeley once told the critic Burton Hatlen, 'that's what we call it when we put someone in jail.'
'You don't even live once.'
I am suspicious of anyone (including myself) who is proud of listening to a record because of its genre.
The heart will be the last to return, after eyes to see with.
Maybe it turned into a 'more' somehow.
I swear there was a 't' there.
Asli Bayram aus Köln is die neue Miss Deutschland. So sez Die Zeit in the fluff-story behind Das Tagesbild (caption: who is the most beautiful in all the land? at least, I think) for today. Reading shitty non-news is so much more more rewarding in languages I'm not fluent in.
What I said about that Missy-Nelly Furtado thing was totally about what I remembered. Because I listened to it tonight for the first time since it came out (four years ago?!) and it didn't sound anything like that!