live the poetry that's in my soul

..but really I turned out to be a bit of a Plath. I think I need to start living the poetry that is in world a bit more. :-)

I wish I was an orchestra or a canvas and colour…

Feels like I’ve actually relocated the poetry in my soul and now it’s looking for a way out. And sometimes I’d like it to be more immediate than the abstract work with words…

^{How INFPish of me :)}

an indication of progress that my formerly rather cold and distanced poetry somehow seems to have gained more of a soul, even if I say so myself :)

I guess an essential quality of poetry is its highly stylised form. Living poetry would accordingly require a substantial degree of self-consciousness.
Or is this all about intensity and letting all the raw feelings out in any form they may take?

Striking the right balance between artificial and chaotic seems crucial.

Basil, my dear boy, puts everything that is charming in him into his work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for his life but his prejudices, his principles, and his commonsense. The only artists I have ever known, who are personally delightful, are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make,and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are. A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of creatures.

from ^{THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY}

if that’s true it might just be that I’m living the poetry that’s in my soul, because I’m only a mediocre (at best) poet, painter and musician… :)

but once you have that, proceed full steam and observe the miracles!

but I think that’s exactly what I should do. I let prose get the better of me far too often. I think I can only really relate to people when I find a way to live and share the poetry in my life.