I better write this while I’m still sober, so I’ll have a greater chance of being taken seriously…
But today I was thinking about poetry in my car. Not about written poems, necessarily, but about things that are poetic in their nature.
Many things are poetic.
But just because something is poetic, that doesn’t make it true. However, just because something is false, that doesn’t make it worthless. Indeed, I think poetic false things are made even more achingly poetic because they aren’t true.
And poetry, whether true or false, is usually beautiful.