Maru Hoeber

If language is a fabrication of God as the German philosopher said it was, then eating a piece of leftover pizza and drinking a glass of white wine at 4 a.m. is right at home in the order of things.

Nothing should seem stranger to one's self than the one's self, other than the nothingness which is impossible to conjure, but to actually believe that words can transmit the quality of this strangeness is to be willing to wait for a poet who's not yet arrived.

Better to make something real, something you can actually walk around and look at, made from something as real as clay, like the sculptures of Maru Hoeber, whose work you don't have to understand to realize that you are seeing something only she has seen.