Everything I see is something I haven't memorized.
There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.
The world, the real is not an object. It is a process.
If someone says can't, that shows you what to do.
Which is more musical, a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school? Are the people inside the school musical and the ones outside unmusical? What if the ones inside can't hear very well, would that change my question?
Our poetry now is the realization that we possess nothing. Anything therefore is a delight (since we do not posses it) and thus need not fear its loss.