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I remember the first time I saw her, the Firespitter. I had read the work and was expecting a large, imposing presence in “traditional” dress. I mean, what does a Black female warrior look like?
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I’ve always admired poems that dare me not to be there, as if my being there was of no consequence; poems that fail to notice me; poems that even actively deride me.
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And my own pettiness? I went to Paris when I was nineteen to study petit fours and all things small and buttery, and because my brother and I prefer to bicker in person, he came to visit.
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What’s wrong here is exactly right, and thus irritation is our gateway to poetry’s pleasure.
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I’m wrapping this up with a quote from the philosopher-poet Bruce Lee, who was credited with saying, “A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer.”
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But what is a seed? Is it the apple? Is it a Kingdom? To hold a seed, weightless, in the palm of your hand, is to think, Soon.
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What I have not said yet is that the prose poem forced me to reckon with one of the big questions of my life: who am I really writing for?
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Now it’s your turn. For writers who have been struggling to find the form that breathes their stories to life, prose poetry has a growing literary tradition we can learn from.
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Poets are at their finest talking about the dead in metaphors and questions because both suggest some mystery lies just out of sight.
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Is the news like squirrels? Am I the only person out there who feels like the news resembles squirrels?
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My Cuban grandfather often chalked my interests up to being Cuban. A love of rhyme, Cuban. A love of poetry, Cuban.
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Gwendolyn Brooks was a World-Watcher. And we need world-watchers more than ever.
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