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A little bored with myself, and feeling I needed the practice so as not to be stuck in a stagnation of inspiration I wrote: for other poets, becoming-poets and readers of anything:                   POETRY IS THE MEANS ✍️ Poetry is the means To viewing thought in new perspectives, Finding more about the self, Separating strength from weakness, Plus from minus. Each and every poet is A deus            ex machina. Never literal, A giant symbol It a sign, it helps refine, define A person’s true persona, Things not known before the poem, And the poet had no notion, No ability to see The deep, the silly, Willy-nilly-ness yet miracle of mind, Its mysteries with tints and hints Of revelations previously owned By sages, holy men and masterminds. Everything the human misses In the daily-nesses of existence. Poetry gives everything a gift can give: Reward a push toward inner riches; Means to keep reader in stitches; Better stock of words not least; Poetry is priest and beast and feast, Grist for the mill Of keeping still: An agency of beauty. That is poetry. Poetry Is The Means 1.12.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Nover Corwin
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
Poetry Is The Means
A little bored with myself, and feeling I needed the practice so as not to be stuck in a stagnation of inspiration I wrote: for other poets, becoming-poets and readers of anything:                   POETRY IS THE MEANS ✍️ Poetry is the means To viewing thought in new perspectives, Finding more about the self, Separating strength from weakness, Plus from minus. Each and every poet is A deus            ex machina. Never literal, A giant symbol It a sign, it helps refine, define A person’s true persona, Things not known before the poem, And the poet had no notion, No ability to see The deep, the silly, Willy-nilly-ness yet miracle of mind, Its mysteries with tints and hints Of revelations previously owned By sages, holy men and masterminds. Everything the human misses In the daily-nesses of existence. Poetry gives everything a gift can give: Reward a push toward inner riches; Means to keep reader in stitches; Better stock of words not least; Poetry is priest and beast and feast, Grist for the mill Of keeping still: An agency of beauty. That is poetry. Poetry Is The Means 1.12.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Nover Corwin
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
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