Friday, September 30, 2005


Poetry wants to come out at a party in flashing attire. Poetry wants to shout with lungs of an opera singer from a mountaintop. It wants to say things unimaginable- cause you to think, to laugh, and to cry. Mostly it wants you to feel because the world has become so numb.

You don’t have to understand all of it- just let it be what it is. Poetry is the antidote.
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