20th century poetry is a piñata. Images break from the earth when the poet strikes it.
Who thinks of justice unless he knows injustice?
Poetry saves what is human in this world going gaudy & insane. In exploring small truths, something larger might turn up, adding dimension, insight, vision, recognition to our lives. We just might be more complete, more aware after a poem.
Poetry uses the hub of a torque converter for a jello mold.
Who creates unless he has a vacuum to fill?
Poetry examines an emotional truth. It's an experience filtered through the personality of the poet. We look to poetry for visions, not scientific truths. The poet's job is to combine new elements. Explore their melting, seeping into one another.