What You Didn’t Learn in Creative Writing School Posted on February 11, 2013 by Harold Rhenisch To stop writing. ~ The Energy of the Stars in a Late Winter Puddle The poem is not yours. Sometimes, though, you are part of the poem. Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
bbbeautiful (that’s ‘triple b’ beautiful).. but I thought the word ‘poem’ was banished? Has it sought refuge in puddles? And stars? Whoa, will someone give it soup please? Reply
Ah, you see, I need you to move here and keep my language vaguer. Poem = universe. Poem ≠ artifacts negotiating human-machine interfaces. Or: poem = what happens when a human stops poemtificating. See what I mean? Reply
bbbeautiful (that’s ‘triple b’ beautiful).. but I thought the word ‘poem’ was banished? Has it sought refuge in puddles? And stars? Whoa, will someone give it soup please?
Ah, you see, I need you to move here and keep my language vaguer.
Poem = universe.
Poem ≠ artifacts negotiating human-machine interfaces.
Or:
poem = what happens when a human stops poemtificating.
See what I mean?