This is a fascinating idea: "It’s less like reading and more like experiencing." -- the notion that if you can get out of Broca’s area and Wernicke’s area and into the default mode network -- connecting more visual parts of your brain with language -- you move from the reading into the experiencing zone. This is why I push so hard for my books to be both words and images, and cross from right to left brain and back again.
Aha! I remember from high school English class, our teacher asked us to raise hands if we knew the definition of poetry. After many valiant attempts, and the teacher shaking her head “no” each time, she finally went to the board and wrote this definition: Poetry is. That’s it. After all these years, I finally almost understand what she meant 🙂
You hit the nail on the head about the embodied experience being the core of why poetry works the way it works. It's a sensory experience without being handed explicit subtitles of what's happening. Much like music and any other form of art. Except for the fact that language is the instrument we use to express our thoughts with precision in daily life, utilized in an orthogonal way to its primary function. Thank you for sharing!
This is a fascinating idea: "It’s less like reading and more like experiencing." -- the notion that if you can get out of Broca’s area and Wernicke’s area and into the default mode network -- connecting more visual parts of your brain with language -- you move from the reading into the experiencing zone. This is why I push so hard for my books to be both words and images, and cross from right to left brain and back again.
Poetry rhymes with Self and Soul
With salt and wounds and healing
Poetry rises from out your Heart
And sends you out mischieving
Poetry says "sing out loud,
Those funny words need rhyming"
Poetry speaks from out your Self
It's time to do your signing
Sign your name across your Heart
And promise you'll keep rhyming
Sign your name as if it costs
Your life, as if it's pining
Can't you keep yourself on course
Without this withered "said so?"
No you can't because your Heart
Needs rhyme to keep its tempo
Rhyme with all your true vibrations
Sing it out "Allegro"
Find the rhythm that is yours
And sign "received Your memo!"
Aha! I remember from high school English class, our teacher asked us to raise hands if we knew the definition of poetry. After many valiant attempts, and the teacher shaking her head “no” each time, she finally went to the board and wrote this definition: Poetry is. That’s it. After all these years, I finally almost understand what she meant 🙂
You hit the nail on the head about the embodied experience being the core of why poetry works the way it works. It's a sensory experience without being handed explicit subtitles of what's happening. Much like music and any other form of art. Except for the fact that language is the instrument we use to express our thoughts with precision in daily life, utilized in an orthogonal way to its primary function. Thank you for sharing!
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A woman of her stature—you'd never even guess of the scars that paint her body, in the state of her undress.