The masters of information have forgotten about poetry, where words may have a meaning quite different from what the lexicon says, where the metaphoric spark is always one jump ahead of the decoding function, where another, unforeseen reading is always possible.
– J.M. Coetzee, Diary of a Bad Year
Poets and artists live on frontiers. They have no feedback, only feedforward. They have no identities. They are probes.
– Marshall McLuhan
the verses of Kabir have four different senses; illusion, spirit, intellect, and the exoteric doctrine of the Vedas; but in this part of the world it is considered a ground for complaint if a man’s writings admit of more than one interpretation.