The urge to write poetry never left me; I resist its draw and write prose instead… (well, it resembles prose but it’s really poetry. I never could stand having to write structured text… (unless it was poetic); if I had to write in the format they use for Scientific Journals I think I’d.. oh, probably just do it because I’d be a Scientist then and have to… but anyway.
Finding the right question; so true; so much hinges on that. The way that words can combine from nearly mathematically precise all the way up to poetic forms tells me something interesting:
There’s a question that nobody has asked whose answer might tell us everything we need.
I’ve heard it said that the answers are buried within the questions that are asked, like unfolding a question mark and turning it into an exclamation mark. (ok, I made that up, but it sounds more authoritative if I say “I’ve heard it said that” )
For me, I’ve been studying the awkward things; staying within the sticky, yucky bits of knowledge that’s not quite clear and often quite confusing, trying to see what they have in common.