why poetry matters

The Eternal Critique of the Indexical:

which, I will admit, is perhaps not the best title

*what follows are hasty remarks, a distillation of thoughts at times possibly incomprehensible. A defense? from a broken brain.

 

 

“poetry” is the most “human” of all acts because it is this act which is self-aware (an inscription of its own act) of

 

1. the human drive to solve problems

 

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2. the awareness that this “solving of problems” is in itself a human-problem; that is, we, as humans, create problems/problematize in order to solve because this has become intrinsically how we operate

 

3. awareness even of this which leads to the eternal critique–the artifice, the recursive recursion; patterning & thus necessitation of “sense-making” thereof–troubled by a lack of immediacy/access to a “real” which can only exist insofar as a perception/construction of a lack of access feels it (this perception) ought to be troubled because it recognizes that said trouble is itself a construction, itself subject to its own “infinite” (perhaps bounded by some material/bio constraint)–construction-perception/perception of construction/trouble/awareness that this ought to be troubled only because it is a “self-awareness” as such…–recursion.

 

4. as well as attendant pleasures and madness (themselves subject to the hectic above—which obviously plays a part in both the pleasure and madness regarding).

 

5. “flow” begins exactly as artifice. It is this awareness in which we “lose ourselves” – it is the “opposite” of transcendence as the starting point. Thus ritual.

 

6. all we can do is point to one thing which points to other things. It is from this, a sense of this, that we can approach awesomeness—which is nothing more than an awareness of awesomeness in its proper sense (awe, codified as and imbued as—or rather, triggered and guided by the process of (re)enacting/unfolding the codification of—a “thing” pointing toward).

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Truth is process.

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