Looking for periods and references you want particular and failed way the wonder of it all diverse and free as asking for banality to finish off the knots you try and tie with soft spaghetti thoughts and sterile liquid dreams
Thanks, but I find that I'm slipping these days, poetry is becoming a way to release stress, and while that is fundamental to it as a health giving thing, it cannot consitute the whole of the effort.
I need to practice it more as practice, and nothing else. I do not want to lock myself into a pattern where I require significant emotional and physical feats of strength to encounter its beauty, no?
I also use poetry for my health, I find that I am fragmented so often that poetry is the thread that connects me and sews me up again. That is reason and practice enough in my mind...
But that being said, There is incredible beauty in discipline. Something about the strain and efficient force, and being propelled, and the refinement, However, I'm not necessarily agreeing with practice as practice, and as you say "and nothing else" lest poetry become rote.
The fuel of poetry and the megaphone of the muse is our emotional and physical strengths and weakness. In the ashes of efficency and explosion we find our poetry.
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So slippery.
Practically tactile....very cool and of course, always intriguing.
Thanks, but I find that I'm slipping these days, poetry is becoming a way to release stress, and while that is fundamental to it as a health giving thing, it cannot consitute the whole of the effort.
I need to practice it more as practice, and nothing else. I do not want to lock myself into a pattern where I require significant emotional and physical feats of strength to encounter its beauty, no?
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Well, yes and No.
I also use poetry for my health, I find that I am fragmented so often that poetry is the thread that connects me and sews me up again. That is reason and practice enough in my mind...
But that being said,
There is incredible beauty in discipline. Something about the strain and efficient force, and being propelled, and the refinement,
However, I'm not necessarily agreeing with practice as practice, and as you say "and nothing else" lest poetry become rote.
The fuel of poetry and the megaphone of the muse is our emotional and physical strengths and weakness. In the ashes of efficency and explosion we find our poetry.
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