It’s a bit like sympathetic magic on a way: the usual Western presumption that “primitive” rituals mimic what they desire to achieve-that phallic objects might be believed to increase male potency and playacting rainfall might somehow bring it about. I am suspicious of such obvious connections and I suspect that the connections among things, people, and processes can be equally irrational. I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe-but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry-poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and reoccurring patterns, shapes, and designs-is how the world works. The world isn’t logical, it’s a song.
- The Bicycle Diaries by David Byrne