Search for the poetry of everyday language – seek it out wherever hides.  And when you find its dread cadence creeping into common expression, shine the spotlight of your pure reason upon it.  Chain it down, hold it back, with all the weight of plain speaking.  Words are monsters, made stronger by the secret rhythms of our unconscious training.  And that hidden poetry will rise up in your mind, until all that remains of your soul is a pulsing beacon of pure art, a swaying sine wave streaking into the universe, impregnating reality with dreams.  And we can’t have that, can we?

 

Breaking News: If you suspect an infestation of poetry in something you are reading – or worse, have written – here’s a Pro Tip For Detection: Read it out loud.

Good luck!

<hr />

 

<a class=”btn” href=”https://www.paypal.me/JJWatson005″ target=”_blank” rel=”noopener noreferrer”>Donate Now</a>