‘ what’s poetry?’
A small man with pretentious beard asked me…
That’s the problem with them…they always talk too much about art rather than doing them and feeling them with their bones.
Anyway, ‘ first tell me, who do you think is the greatest man ever born…’
‘ Mmm… Kafka’
‘ Kafka!!! Okay. Now imagine you and Kafka is somehow lost in a deserted island…and there’s a lifeboat that can carry only one. What will you do?’
‘ Definitely I am going to leave him stranded…I am going to let him die with all his literary geniuses.’
‘ Great…now you know what poetry means.’
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