From 096a9aa8a4675b952f036ad4725540995e655ad8 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 18:07:48 -0700 Subject: Fix typographical problems in src/ --- src/arspoetica.txt | 6 +++--- 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) (limited to 'src/arspoetica.txt') diff --git a/src/arspoetica.txt b/src/arspoetica.txt index 090b072..22f6240 100644 --- a/src/arspoetica.txt +++ b/src/arspoetica.txt @@ -19,11 +19,11 @@ What is poetry? Inasmuch as life is, so is poetry. Here is the problem: life is very big and complex. Human beings are neither. -We are small, simple beings that don’t want to know all of the myriad interactions happening all around us, within us, as a part of us, all the hours of every day. +We are small, simple beings that don't want to know all of the myriad interactions happening all around us, within us, as a part of us, all the hours of every day. We much prefer knowing only that which is just in front of our faces, staring us back with a look of utter contempt. This is why many people are depressed. -Poetry is an attempt made by some to open up our field of view, to maybe check on something else that isn’t staring us in the face so contemptibly. +Poetry is an attempt made by some to open up our field of view, to maybe check on something else that isn't staring us in the face so contemptibly. Maybe something else is smiling at us, we think. So we write poetry to force ourselves to look away from the [mirror][] of our existence to see something else. @@ -39,7 +39,7 @@ What this means is: a poem should be self-extracting. It should be a rare vanilla in the bottle, waiting only for someone to open it and sniff it and suddenly there they are, in the orchid that vanilla came from, in the tropical land where it grew next to its brothers and sister vanilla plants. They feel the pain of having their children taken from them. A good poem leaves a feeling of loss and of intense beauty. -The reader does nothing to achieve this—they are merely the receptacle of the feeling that the poem forces onto them. +The reader does nothing to achieve this---they are merely the receptacle of the feeling that the poem forces onto them. In a way, poetry is a crime. But it is the most beautiful crime on this crime-ridden earth. -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81