Interlude

INTERLUDE

HOW TO NAVIGATE THE REALM OF NOT UNDERSTANDING; OR, JOY


























A joyful poetry is able to do all things. It can get almost anybody to read it, cause it's got that much (& that kind) of energy.

It doesn't have to be shallow. In fact, it can't be. Joy is deep --- it comes from there. (A kind of duende.)

Joy motivates people to read. When it goes somewhere terrifying, it can take you. You trust it.

(No one trusts the person who is shouting as if the world is ending, even (& especially) when it is.)

So you shout as if it is just beginning. You make it begin. (Where do you get this kind of energy? How does it happen?)

Like when you're in a room and someone's being negative and wouldn't it be so much more interesting (and difficult) to imagine a way out.

(Esp. cause all the absurd stuff is there.)

I find this emotional intelligence rare & the true brilliance of any time. I see it often in poems, but sometimes I see other kinds of "intelligence" that seem to me pretty dumb.

We don't bend down enough.

What a poet who can see everything clearly & still keep afloat & moving quick, without sacrificing depth!

For the language and for the approaching language and for those approaching the approaching language | and for the place in which it is read
and for the places, esp., in which it won't be






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