poetry falcon's Post

this writing is whatever it is i call it don't writing because i don't think it is anything i don't think it's currentivism or avant garde or poetry or prose or plums in the sunshine of lexical lounging it's not any of those and yet it's not not those either anyone who writes anything and has anyone read it is a sitting duck to be categorized and compared and pigeonholed and pie-holed or whatever but that doesn't make it true but i love language in a way that i don't understand which gives it enough space to dance for me like when i was just reading a children's version of oliver twist to 6 for bedtime tonight i've never read that story and never had an interest in reading it or any dickens for that matter but i can completely surrender to the way in which the adopted authors used language to describe something that other human beings can comprehend and each sentence full of nouns verbs and adjectives is bristling with possibility even if it's poorly written or well written i'm in the light of it and aware of the terrible critique that could occur but not a slave to that lazy beast
By: via poetry falcon