When you die, the question is going to be: “Where you conscious of what you were living through?” If the answer is “No, I wasn’t, I was watching to much TV,” well, then you’re going to Hell. We must feel the pain. We must take that sadness of the times into our bodies. But we must live through it to. That’s what poetry is for.
Robert Bly
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