for me poetry is a blissful kind of entropy-producing never ending equation (procedural generation, cellular automata) whose solution becomes its variable. a strange loop a la douglas hofstadter, if you will.
to create effective analogies and metaphors- to be skilled at using language efficiently, in the way that it cooperates best with its evolutionary purpose, as a social advancement/advantage- in my opinion, that is the essence of poetry. creating fresh, efficient metaphors which recall vivid sensory details and dynamic details like the ones constructing the seamless narrative of our every day reality. (and breaking as many rules as possible along the way, because when was progress ever made by obedience?)
why is poetry considered so useless? i would plant the seed: that a society that loathes poetry, that loathes any frivolous anti-utilitarian activity like fun (or other such emotions) is a society that loathes human beings. and a society that loathes human beings is terminally ill. one that has forgone the whimsy and magic of learning- the orgasmic ecstasy of the expansion of our brains into new territory- in other words, one sickened by the poisonous trash produced by hate-mongering mass marketers- is easily susceptible to apathy, and therefore advertisements. hence the decay of our souls, the boundless suffering of earth’s advanced terminal illness that is late stage corporate capitalism: destroying our attention spans, encouraging us to hate the Other, to hate difference, to value poisonous mass-produced products (or artifically engineered illusions of ‘lifestyles’) over the relationships in our lives… what a tragedy! no wonder everyone is miserable. we have no idea how to listen to each other. we have no idea how to form new metaphors with the tired old tropes of our vapid American culture. we are so saturated with overstimulation that we have forgotten how to imagine-
that is why i believe we need a revolution of cannabis-smoking, pleasure-seeking idle dreamers. so, you numerous intelligent, sentient beings around me, you all have the potential for bodhisattvahood- so snap out of your fantasies about products, careers, lifestyles, marriages- dare yourself to conceive of things differently, whether you take a toke or a shroom or an x or nothing at all but love. drink in the sensory detail around you. plug that data back into the equation and see that no matter what you do or what the equation, everything is constantly being erased and rewritten…