Words - as I speak or write them - make a path on which I walk.
Poetry uses the hub of a torque converter for a jello mold.
Who creates unless he has a vacuum to fill?
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.
Writing is the hammer & chisel that breaks down the established way of thinking. A concrete event, then an abstraction. An image, then a thought. Finally, writing builds another establishment with the fragments.