Ver. Original/ March 2013
Poetry is a story told by the sound of drums. It starts up with un-choreographed sequence
of words thrown in staccato sequence, not really obeying their natural order that later has to be tamed into sense and shape. Just like the instinctive free-dance is just a sequence of movements, unplanned, respecting only an approximate beat.
It has been said that it is a hiding place, but no it is more like finding
a place, or better a voice or a means to come out and be told to an audience, larger than one dared to before, by means of a shot version, more like a message.