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I’m a poet and you didn’t even know it.
My gateway to writing- one of my many gateways- was poetry. When the pandemic started and my grandfather died- both happened at once- the world was too confusing to explain away anymore.
I am a person who likes to verbally reason through situations. Humans are actually all verbal reasoners- whether we think we are or not. We need language to make sense of our everyday lives.
For example, when you go to open the door, you’ve already planned the action out in your mind, whether you’re conscious of that fact or not. The premotor cortex lights up if you simply think about a situation that could happen, planning for action. Right now, I’m thinking about the next words I’m going to type, and that means my premotor cortex is as bright as a city viewed from a plane at night.
Like I was saying before I nerded out, humans need language. Some of us use language to try and make sense of the world more than others. (Like me, I run my mouth as soon as I get stuck in the past or leap into the future, trying to solve a problem that may not even exist).
The pandemic struck, and Granddad was gone, and nothing could be reasoned out anymore. So I started writing poetry.
I wrote a LOT of poetry. I’m considering self-publishing a book of poems for my 25th birthday.
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