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The main thing is to writefor the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lustthat imagines its haven like your hands at nightdreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous. Take off from here.Seamus Heaney
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To work, her dumb lunge says, is to move a certain mass...through a certain distance, is to pull your weight and feelexact and equal to it. Feel dragged upon. And buoyant.Seamus Heaney