Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
That was Mark Strand’s “Eating Poetry”.
Today, they all say: “We can’t live on poetry”.
But can we live without it?
Without that sense of poetry, the stillness and the energy it enables?
The spaces it opens out.
A good poem is like a clear pool, a joyous clear pool, the best of all spas.
Way to go! The world needs as much poetry as it can get.