Poetry approached me in that chaos of raw inverted power and leaned over and tapped me on the shoulder, said, “You need to learn how to listen, you need grace, you need to learn how to speak. You’re coming with me.” I did not walk off into the sunset with poetry, or hit the town with a blaze of gunfire with poetry guarding my back. Rather, the journey toward poetry worked exactly as the process of writing a poem. It started from the inside out, then turned back in to complete a movement. And then on and on in the manner of a ripple in water, a song in the air.
~ Joy Harjo, Introduction to How We Became Human: New and Selected Poems 1975-2002
Notes:
- Joy Harjo: Bio and website
- Quote Source: The Chateau of My Heart
- Word! Slang Definition
- Drawing / Illustrations: Silhouettes by Samantha Wall
The personification of poetry…beautiful!
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Perfect!
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Thats where all the beautiful words come from…inside out.
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“You’re coming with me.” Exactly. No option.
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Smiling. Yes.
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The piece, Such true words of birth of expression….I liked this…”It started from the inside out, then turned back in to complete a movement”… like a dancer in freedom of freestyle movement and a musician letting loose while creating….
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Beautiful analogy.
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