Language is nothing but meanings, and meanings are nothing but a flow of contexts. Such contexts rarely coalesce into images, rarely come to terms. They are transitions, transmutations, the endless radiating of denotation into relation.
Poetry, to use William James's phrase "is in the transitions as much as in the terns connected." This is not to say that poetry is about transitions, but that "aboutness"(in poetry, but, I would argue, also in life) is transitional, transitory; indeed, poetry (and perhaps life) calls conventional notions of "aboutness" into question. 2
...just as backgroundmusic provides a wall of sound which obliterates the presence of everyone, including oneself. 19
... all thoughtful people are impatient with a restlessness made inevitable by language. 24
Lyn Hejinian -- The Language of Inquiry