"A voice with no hunger. No grief. No gossip. A voice that’s never bitten itself trying not to speak. Real language stumbles. It hesitates. It remembers. I think of Tin Ujevic, Croatia’s great poet, who [had] once entered a tavern unshaven and was refused wine. He returned the next day in a suit. They served him. He poured the wine into his pocket. Feeding the coat, he said. You weren’t serving me. That, too, is language. Who’s being fed? What’s being served?"
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Maria B. Olujic, "Creating New Tongues: On Language as Adaptation and Resistance", Literary Hub (November 24, 2025)
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