Trust me on this one.

an online/offline trail of breadcrumbs noticed, seen, read, heard, picked up, picked on, picked over by jorge.mourinha@gmail.com

Every so often you read a poem — or a book, a passage, a play, a transcript —that makes you wonder why you trouble to write. This is because you understand, long before you finish reading what is in your hands, that you will never match what is before your eyes, and ringing in your mind.