fairycosmos:

“Just tell me what you saw this morning like in two lines. I saw a water glass on a brown tablecloth, and the light came through it in three places. No metaphor. And to resist metaphor is very difficult because you have to actually endure the thing itself, which hurts us for some reason.”

— Marie Howe on a writing exercise she gives to her students, as told to Krista Tippett for On Being (via bostonpoetryslam)