More than clear

but clarity is the lowest form of poetry, and language, like all else in our lives, is always changing. our emotions are constantly being propelled by some new face in the sky, some new rocket to the moon, some new sound in the ear, but they are the same emotions.

- Merce Cunningham (1915-), 'you have to love dancing to stick to it', Changes: Notes on CHoreography, New York: Something Else, 1968.
(quoted from The Twentieth-Century Performance Reader (link to Amazon's description))