An excerpt from Anne Carson's Economy of the Unlost

We say "coinages" because they disrupt the economic equilibrium of words and things that we had prided ourselves on maintaining. A new compound word in Celan, for example, evokes something that now suddenly seems real, although it didn't exist before and is attainable through this word alone. It comes to us free, like a piece of new air. And (like praise) it has to prepare for itself an ear to hear it, just slightly before it arrives--has to invent its own necessity. Celan calls such things "breathcoin" (die Attemünze). If breath were coin, the poet might not have drowned. Some people think Celan's death is prefigured in the stammering words of "Tübingen, Jänner," as if he were already there: watching it. He stands at a border of whiteness. Facing away from us. Blind to the color of our sail.

      Is blindness a defect?

      Not always.

      Is stammering a waste of words?

      Yes and No.