Words

The beauty of writing is in the challenge of expressing emotions that have no words.

The spectrum of emotional experience is endless. English (or any language) is limited. Words like “angry,” “happy,” “sad” are gross oversimplifications.

Though the laws of physics are far more sure, the laws of English are intended to be similarly prescriptive. Or so the Grammar Nazi would insist.

Which is why I love poetry. It’s meant to break the rules. Rather than living under the law, the poet bends the law to achieve their objective.

The English language says “there’s no word or phrase for that.”

The poet says, “like fuck there isn’t.”

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