Words, surface, marks

To find these lines in a snapshot on Instagram, or perhaps a small poetry book, as you may - attests to the possibilities that the written word is recognised to command - even if, as in the former case, it is presented in the form of a picture. And is this not Wittgenstein's perspective? Of an association between images, at its essence, a relation, that we call language? But a relation between what; here is where the authority of a master mediates between a poet and the surface which bears his marks. But is this to concede that the master exists? Folly for certain! None could believe such childish gibberish today! And yet, the child who screams in anger was perhaps as mature, as a soul as he ever will be.