“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
Today, my lecturer mocked on Emily Dickinson's definition of poetry. I laughed at it too, though I know that she might really feel that way about poems. Everybody can define poetry as anything they like. If you asked me, I would like to say that to me poetry is guts thrown up on paper (or my laptop screen).
There is no way of defining it. Poetry's like love. Don't waste your time looking for the definition. Feel it, then you'll know it.
Labels: college, what's inside my head