a dance with insufficient categories
I want to challenge categories
and the border between the private and the public
what do I say when I put 'almost' in front of poems?
I write almost poems
what do you hear when you listen to me saying that?
recently I realized that I went back to poetry because of my current struggle with categories
each word is somehow a category
some more narrow than others
at the same time that they are what we have in place to try to explain who we are in this world, they are always so limited
when I try to say something in a poetic way I feel that there is less constraint
I feel that maybe perhaps you will be able to listen to at least the traces of what I actually have to say
but is it true that words are all that we have to try to explain ourselves to one another?
how about the feelings? the gestures? the colors? the sea? the mountains? the rain? and the power of our dance?