jaidamack

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CERESUltra
@CERESUltra

Because I can't really tell you what it is, other than "not 'prose'", which is defining something in negative relation to another thing equally vague.

Like, I can tell you a million of the conventions for the process of making it, but if you sat me down at a desk across from you and told me to define it clearly and what compels me to make poetry when and the way I do, I would panicked-dog-scramble for the nearest exit. There is something abstruse and ephemeral about it I cannot grasp, which does not stop me from making it and appreciating it.

Also, I do not "get" poetry. No one has ever written a poem for or about me to my knowledge. It's not like I don't know poets or artists, but I've never been a subject. Honestly I rarely get gifts of that nature at all any more. Part of it is having both my partners living with me and neither of them being poetically inclined, gifts tend to be in person and physical or "physical". Idk.

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jaidamack
@jaidamack

I can see the pieces. I understand how they fit. I know the shapes they make and the whole they're creating. In a mechanical way, I comprehend what poetry is and how it can be different to prose, and the manner by which it creates a different environment in which the reader's senses and imagination are taken along by the poet. I comprehend it. But I do not get it. It's like staring at a Magic Eye picture and never seeing it. I know something's there and it is in all honesty incredibly frustrating that everybody else gets to see the sailboat, but I can't.


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