Some poetry snippets...

First....just the first stanza of an A.R. Ammons poem, the rest of it is good too but goes into the whole musician as genius thing.

He Held Radical Light

He held radical light
as music in his skull: music
turned, as
over ridges immanences of evening light
rise, turned
back over the furrows of his brain
into the dark, shuddered,
shot out again
in long swaying swirls of sound

and.....

from Nicole Brossard's 'The Temptation' (it's the last line here that kills me)

i succumbed to the clear vision
of vegetation and events
of early morning, in the privileges of light
because the authentic body spine of fire
has shown its tongue as it
was then tangible and tango
very vivid for the eyes/of the inside