Poetry is prose in slow motion. — Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
Poetry is prose in slow motion. — Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
Poetry is prose in slow motion. — Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
Poetry is prose in slow motion. — Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
Poetry is prose in slow motion. — Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
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Poetry is prose in slow motion.

— Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
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