The nature of sitting down and writing poetry is inarguably so romantic that it hurts. Ironically, it prevents any poetry from being written because no man-made language can ever express what you want to say at that moment.
I guess that's why man created movies.
It's demoniacal for a bibliophile to admit that there are some things movies do better than books. But it's true. Sometimes the right things are said without words to ruin it
The way one stares off lovingly at people buying flowers. No one ever looks conflicted when buying flowers. Even when they are buying it for the worst of occasions, they always take their time and choose the perfect bunch with the purest of intentions. Almost as if the burden of cruelty or anger at the slightest would frail the flower.
Or the way one grapples at their own angst and desolation as they watch the sky nourish the soil. The grey clouds feed the ground for a plentiful tomorrow of lush green. The leaves on the branches play with rain like children laughing trying to catch the drops with their mouth.
I can describe it all I want, but it's fleeting moments that can't be pressed into paper (or I guess in this case, a blogpost).
In an age of archive, the anxiety when something can't last the test of time isn't arrogance: it's natural, human fear. We know of a history when books were burned, people were killed, and letters were lost never to be found again. Even our soul betrays us when the day comes and we forget to breathe.
We created language for survival, but we made poetry and literature out of them to hold the meaningful string of words close. We then made films and music out of them because we wanted to hear and see the pauses that speak even louder. We now have created ways in which we can attempt to immortalize them forgetting that we won't live as long, so we found ways to live longer. But words are just as mortal as us. If they don't erode away, they eventually lose meaning. And those who remember the meaning aren't here to appreciate them.
It just goes to show that rarely are we inspired by what we have but most often are based on what we lost or never had.
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