Let's not fool ourselves.
Whatever we have to say about poetry we are poets who find that we write poems.
We are poets who find or forget that we write poems that recall or forget poetry.
We who forget are not forgotten to ourselves.
Poetry is not a matter. It is not the idea of poetry.
The fact of writing is the being of a poet who, writing, ratifies the first principle.
Poetry, whether written, oral, or visual, is the smell one gives off, whether in heat, being pursued, or as a matter of recollection.
Let's fool others. Sorry, but there's no other way. Poetry offers various platforms for PRETENSE, such as authority, intent, material positioning, and ideology. One dwells in one or another pretense and then finds one writes poetry quite independent of the foregoing.
Ah, well. Spring after all is spring.
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