Emily Dickinson’s definition of poetry: “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
Here’s one person’s list of 15 poetry books that fit that description:
Why Bother?: Getting a Life in a Locked-Down Land by Sam Smith
“Perfect Storm” by David Wilcox from the album Airstream
“The Rise of the Phoenix: An Evolving Global Humanity” by Bruce Lipton
The Lives of a Cell by Lewis Thomas
We pass thoughts around, from mind to mind, so compulsively and with such speed that the brains of mankind often appear, functionally, to be undergoing fusion . . . Or perhaps we are only at the beginning of learning to use the system, with almost all our evolution as a species still ahead of us. Maybe the thoughts we generate today and flick around from mind to mind are the primitive precursors of more complicated, polymerized structures that will come later, analogous to the prokaryotic cells that drifted through shallow pools in the early days of biological evolution. Later, when the time is right, there may be fusion and symbiosis among the bits, and then we will see eukaryotic thought, metazoans of thought, huge interliving coral shoals of thought . . . The mechanism is there [in the human brain], and there is no doubt that it is already capable of functioning.
“The Poet’s Dilemma” by Daniel Pinchbeck
Dear Daniel: I too feel that poets and artists need to move into a new real realm beyond alienation and pessimism . . . [but] what is an artist supposed to do? You can only write the visions that come to you. You can’t consciously ‘steer’ the material into positive attitudes unless you want your poem or novel to be some sort of propaganda piece, or some sort of fake smile on the face of a suffering man.
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