Poets’ definitions—playing God, senseless mud games. Wordsworth defined poetry as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings." In plain absence of God’s direct guidance?

Emily Dickinson said, "If I read a book and it makes my body so cold no fire ever can warm me, I know that is poetry." It seems she knew something on the matter…

Dylan Thomas defined poetry this way: "Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing." Sometimes they say “silence is golden.”


As about Poïesis many underline its unwillingness to be defined, labelled, or nailed down. However, one cannot define “becoming” within the “Being.” It is about accessing somehow the Divine or else there is nothing at all to talk about.

Definitely, Poïesis is not Poetry.

Poetry is often seen as the chiselled marble of language. Poetic definitions of poetry usually sink in tautological vortexes or black holes.

The poetic body looks like a clumsy caging process—one tries to lock up the Being into the language. The word's emotive qualities end where the Being begins. Poets encountered huge discomfort in this, as they truly are part of the Being. They tried music, metaphors, spacing, ideas… They might often trigger emotion but not Divine catharsis—this for the happy few only. Did you meet any of them?