Babs2u
Senior Member
My son invented words when he was very young.Poetry doesn’t exist for those who don’t notice the limitations of language. Words are crude placeholders that can’t possibly render every human experience. Useful for accomplishing tasks cooperatively and recording rainfall but not for what it is like to be human. That is what poetry is for.
“A curiosity about the limitations of language has motivated much of my work. Poetry dances with silence and all our sensations outside its words, sensations that build meaning and knowledge in ways words can’t. Even words describing a tender embrace in careful detail are only tender with the embraces we’ve felt, in our bodies, some memory of tender touches. If our experiences are limited, as when we’re young, stories can build some of those memories in us, constructed on what we do know, filled in by imagining. Poetry is a bit different than stories, at least for me. Poetry relies on what remains unsayable, what is not words.”
A More Visceral Sense of Language’s Limitations · Speak Mag
Leah Souffrant
He said "I thought you forleft me." I said when? He said yesternight.