Recently I was introduced to the concept of poetry in a way that made sense. It's a vibe, literally. And that is what makes it so liberating. Shit don't even have to make sense, it's painting wih words. Conjuring a feeling through all sorts of conotations... personal, cultural, umbilical, there really are no rules. I was writing a diary, and there's a place for that kind of reflection, but i often felt that my thoughts translated onto paper were incredibly underwhelming. A life laid bare like that loses its vitality. if you were to transcribe real conversation you would experience a similar lack of dynamism that comes from realising how often you say the word 'like' and 'um', and 'yeah, no...'. It reminds me a lot of taxidermy. alive the animals are beautiful, yet even with perfect mimicry, dead, they are just that. So here's a bit of poetry because i've enjoyed writing it and this is my blog so i can post wtf i want.
Fit for a book my brother
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