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Thursday, May 20, 2010

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What Is Poetry

When one mentions poetry, the response from others is a collective fear.

However, I believe the role of the poet is to reawaken the sense ordinary things, the hum drum, the things we trip over when we are on auto pilot. Poets reconnect us to the things we have become blinded to. Therefore, all poetry should be understood by all adults. (Sorry kids but some poems are not understood by you yet, because you need experience to understand the feeling.)

So poetry should be so dull that everyone gets it? No! Poems should be flexible and understood at a variety of levels. When I say all adults, I mean the poem at a concrete level should be understood by all adults. If a professorsesque snobs writes poetry to look intelligent and fails entrance to the poem at a concrete level, they should not be writing poetry. These snits are jerks who think that they are proven smarter when others feel dumb. They are not cool at all.

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The enchanted world arising out of the dim mists of the past, into which he just stepped, quivered-and disappeared.

Ivan Turgenev - Father's and Sons

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Philip Jose Farmer - Riders of the Purple Sage

The babble of art is eternal.
The Curtain: An Essay in Seven parts by Milan Kundera and translated by Linda Asher.

Mr. Scarecrow Read:

The venerable dead are waiting in my library to entertain me and relieve me form the nonsense of surviving mortals.

-Samuel Davies

Of all the forces in the universe, the hardest to overcome is the force of habit, Gravity is easy peasy by comparison.

Terry Pratchett: Johnny and the Dead.

REMEMBER TO SMILE A LOT JOHN RENFREW

thought moodily. People seemed to like that. They

never wondered why you kept on smiling, no matter

what was said. It was a kind of general sign of good

will, he supposed, one of the tricks he could never

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every end is a beginning; there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon; and under every deep a lower deep opens.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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My room seems a ship's cabin & at nights when I wake up & hear the wind shrieking I almost fancy there is too much sail on the house & I had better go on the roof and rig in the chimney."
Herman Melville wrote to a literary friend while writing Moby Dick.

suppose childhood was never anything more than a dream piss that dampened the sheets and dried, but it lingers on as an ammoniac disgust, tainting everything."
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