Thursday, April 13, 2006Note to SelfA goal from my notes today:More poetic, cryptic creations, please. The kind I write down when I'm whole and don't need to be understood to feel I've expressed. When I'm broken I write Prose. It's long, detailed and Exhaustive. It's formulated with the ache, "Please understand me." When I'm whole: Poetry. Fluid. Ambiguous. Free. Open. Honest. Naked and unashamed. Imagine if the poetry invaded the places where the prose lives. What kind of revolution would that be? Who would win? posted by Scott # 3:30 PM |
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