remnant 73: “It’s not a place of measurement”

On poetry: “It’s not a place of measurement.”

Naomi Shihab Nye: The Art of Teaching Poetry

Trying to Name What Doesn’t Change, Naomi Shihab Nye

Stars explode.
The rose curls up as if there is fire in the petals.
The cat who knew me is buried under the bush.

“Excrement….We’re not laying pipe; we’re talking about poetry.”

Dead Poets Society

Paul Proteus to his wife Anita, Player Piano, Kurt Vonnegut:

“No, no. You’ve got something the tests and machines will never be able to measure: you’re artistic. That’s one of the tragedies of our times, that no machine has ever been built that can recognize that quality, appreciate it, foster it, sympathize with it.” (p. 178)

Player Piano, Kurt Vonnegut