It is not the writing of emotion and the senses, which I seek. I want meaning to enter the body by some other route, not the mind. I am not writing with the mind. I like it best when I am submerged in symphony, and when the world in my head becomes a world of images and music. My symphonic writing puzzles those I love and trust. But I have had only the desire that writing should become music and penetrate the senses directly. For this, poetry is necessary. The unconscious speaks only the language of symbol. That is my language.
— Ana├»s Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
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