Via Hunger Mountain, in answer to the question, "What is poetry?"
"Poetry is the light feet make walking across wooden boards, that is your fingers, which are the language of love, in that it is also the burned out car, meaning, really, an empty field, which is grief, which is also one of our most important inner organs, but for the heart, which pumps throughout the night, a cool night, a rainy night, a night of the everlasting animal which is us, which is poetry."
--Matthew Dickman
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