No stopping poetry

No stopping poetry. Poets so often behave as though they are merely responding to a world, whether a hellish one or a heavenly one or some dull miracle in between. While actually poets are creators of worlds themselves into which others are thrusted, in which others have to live, to which others then have to respond. Poets may claim and feign to live in these worlds, but more often than not they have already passed by these worlds for altogether other otherworlds. The might as well as the smallness of poetry is its constant transcending of worlds. Any flit of the imagination can become a world, from giant multicolored canopies to specks of dust. With poetry, worldlessness itself can become a world and we might dwell there for eons. There are always greater worlds and smaller worlds, worlds beyond worlds and worlds within worlds, and there is no stopping poetry from–impossibly–visiting them all.


  1. quiall says:

    We have so much to learn. Thank you for following my blog.

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    1. Richard Q says:

      Thank you for visiting me! Indeed, the beginner’s mind is our mind, whether we accept it and cultivate it or not. ❤️

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