3. Captured by Questions—Why?
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scribblemyname1. Why Language?
Language is the art that touches my soul. I'm a pure scientist, don't you know? Words for the sake of words. Expand my mind a hundred ways, learn a soul of another place. Words alone are my art and trade. Look at me; call a spade a spade.
2. Why Poetry?
The shortest line between question and answer—I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to stop the rhythm or how to stop the song. I write beneath the lines, in stories, not so much on top. A book of prose needs a dash of poetry to carry me along.
3. Why Drabbles?
The distillation of a hundred thousand goodnesses—the play of tongue, idea, space. Dive in deep, but surface fast; just one beat, but make it last. Poetry and prose in one; end a breath after you've begun. Power comes from tiny things: a signature or hummingbird wings.
4. Why Now?
I can only be as perfect as I am right now; I can never grow more perfect if I do not write now.
Language is the art that touches my soul. I'm a pure scientist, don't you know? Words for the sake of words. Expand my mind a hundred ways, learn a soul of another place. Words alone are my art and trade. Look at me; call a spade a spade.
2. Why Poetry?
The shortest line between question and answer—I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to stop the rhythm or how to stop the song. I write beneath the lines, in stories, not so much on top. A book of prose needs a dash of poetry to carry me along.
3. Why Drabbles?
The distillation of a hundred thousand goodnesses—the play of tongue, idea, space. Dive in deep, but surface fast; just one beat, but make it last. Poetry and prose in one; end a breath after you've begun. Power comes from tiny things: a signature or hummingbird wings.
4. Why Now?
I can only be as perfect as I am right now; I can never grow more perfect if I do not write now.
