The Power of Poetry

Clarity

a four-step process

my room is not deep

but it is wide shored up by ugly furniture , and the walls are painted red with all of my secrets spilled down like paint penetrating to the plaster. I am pinned to the floor, not knowing how to crawl out. But I know how to crawl in. And so I do. And then I do it again. And again. and then again still. it is a four-step process:

1: enter 2: make a nest where you can hide from the world 3: fill said nest with toys, books, anything to distract yourself from the world 4: lock your door and don’t come out until you are done hiding.

Until you are done being careful. And when you are done, you will emerge, proud and full of self-knowledge caked in the dust of your own wisdom. And I don’t know what that means, but I think it’s pretty cool. so here’s my question: how to become a poet?

(I am a wee bit intimidated by this article assignment) fictional characters could be helpful if they are poets… but they aren’t. Because that would be weirdly pretentious.

I’d like to drink coffee with you. But, you know, with words, “coffee” and “drink” are homophones. This may seem like a small detail, but it strikes me as an anomaly that deserves mention — and if nothing else, it’s something to sip on 💚

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