Words amalgamate – season in, season out. Birth. Death. They become stories, and they whisper from root to root, like electricity in water. Let language grow. It gathers in groves. Vasko Popa would say: Go to the forest. Find your tree. Climb its branches. Use he leaves to build a house of myth. Let the wind carry it like a song. Pick out the root chord and sing it back. #writersofinstagram #writing #poetry #language #myth #popa #trees #china #guangzhou #expat #family http://ift.tt/2nitwpi

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