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Saturday, November 24, 2007

Dictionary

I've been reading over many of my old poems lately. And by old, I mean stuff that I wrote in my teen years and my twenties. What's interesting to me is that there are certain themes, ideas, and images that were contained in those poems that are still in my recent poems. Pretty weird.

I've noticed this in other writers' work as well.

It's probably not so weird though. It's almost like those images and themes are part of a dictionary. Still, in my case, I don't always know the exact meaning of my own important images.

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