Flow Poetry Entry 1

Poetry is in the sense that it does not stand still. In this way it might exist in movement and change by itself, but it cannot be expressed without the presence of another. This another is the poet. A human being likewise can exist by him or herself in movement and change but cannot exist as poet without the presence of Poetry. The presence of Poetry cannot be chased or enticed but can only be welcomed by openness. This openness cannot remain constant but will continue to a greater or lesser degree when the poet’s movement accords with Poetry. The poet can only move toward accordance with Poetry when the poet serves Poetry. Serving Poetry is done through voice. Voice arises from heart. The pen freezes the image of Poetry but it does not produce sound. Poetry is sound and sound is Poetry. The idea of poet as individual is mistaken. The idea of Poetry as discrete and able to be portioned is mistaken. The idea of Poetry as absolute is likewise mistaken. One who likes Poetry or loves Poetry or hates Poetry is lost and already left behind. It is not a matter of choice or emotion. One who merely panders to form is like a lion-tamer who trains a wooden animal he or she has crafted. It is not a matter of skill and cleverness. One who does not know form cannot forget it. This is Poetry. We are all in this together.