Stumbled across this quote after listening to the Haiku Theory podcast talking about Jim Kacian’s “Realism is Dead (and Always Was)“. In my mind this mingles well with each other.
When I write, I am aware that the way I write shapes something other than reality. A new reality. Maybe the one I have in my mind. And there comes the reader and adds theirs. And it is not just what my single words say, how I say it gets part of it and influences the way the reader can read it. And even when I try to write “neutral”, totally descriptive, this will be a hand I offer to the reader that they will take and follow and notice.
Can art be anything else than a sign?
(Pondering.)
(And now I want to read that book by Hirsch.)
pi & anne 
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