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Meaning is a delicate phenomenon. It is like the fragrance of a flower. You cannot catch hold of it in your hands -- but it is there, still it is there, whether you can
catch hold of it or not, whether you can keep it in a safe deposit or not. It is still there! How can you define music? If you go to define it, you will destroy it. Then it is just an arrangement of sounds, nothing more.. It is noise arranged in such a way that it no more looks noisy. Just a soothing kind of noise. Is that all that there is to music? Music is more than the notes, more than the sum total of notes. If you go on asking this question again and again... then what is poetry? Just a certain
arrangement of words? It is not. It is something that happens in a certain arrangement of words, but it is more than the certain arrangement of words itself. It is not
grammar, it is not language -- it is something transcendental. It is provoked by the words. The words are used as an occasion for the poetry to happen...
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