Pointless Dispute

Poetry is a sheath, a protective shell to protect its creator from the ravages of living in the real world.

No, the poet responds, poetry is a vision the poet sees clearly; the poem is the poet’s effort to share that vision with the world.

Nonsense! The poet is the embodiment of fragility, crafting a cocoon of words.

Not so, counters the poet. It is the opposite; opening oneself to the world through poetry is sometimes an act of courage and humility.

No, it is an act of heinous egotism, bathed in a wash of self-congratulatory torpor.

Aha, says the poet, yours are the words of a poet, are they not?

They may be the words of a poet, as all words are, but I use them differently.

The question, then, the poet replies, is whether words are tools or weapons.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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2 Responses to Pointless Dispute

  1. Trisha says:

    Love this pointless dispute, and actually heard this discussion when I was with my first husband who was a poet. It seemed to crop up at parties fairly often, and of course the conversation lingered on to the wee hours of the morning…yes, it was pointless.

    I agree, Susanne.

  2. Susanne says:

    Depends on the intent.

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