Album: Uppers and Downers
With Jeanette Winterson's Art & Lies, I seem to experience a sort of lexical-gustatory synesthesia. Sort of. I could taste her words, but they don't taste of edibles.
Or, maybe, it's more accurate to say I feel her words in my mouth: they are flesh I chew on. In a literal sense, I devour her words.
And this morning, it occurred to me that, in a peripheral, evanascent way, Art & Lies and Four Quartets are somehow ... linked.
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