"ᴀʟʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ɪs ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ. Each word is a small story, a thicket of meaning. We ignore the picturesque origin of words when we utter them; conversation would grind to a halt if we visualized flamingos whenever someone referred to a flight of stairs. We clarify life’s confusing blur with words. We cage flooding emotions with words. We coax elusive memories with words. We educate with words. We don’t really know what we think, how we feel, what we want, or even who we are until we struggle ‘to find the right words.’ What do those words consist of? Submerged metaphors, images, actions, personalities, jokes.”
“...The craft of writing poetry is a monklike occupation, as is a watchmaker’s, tilting tiny cogs and wheels into place. It’s ironic that poets use words to convey what lies beyond words. But poetry becomes most powerful where language fails. How can we express in words that are human-made emotions that aren’t? How can we express all the dramas and feelings that are wordless, where language has no purchase? Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world. But they are shapes, they bring the world to focus, they corral ideas, they hone thoughts, they paint watercolors of perception.”
“…but poetry continues to inspire us, reveal us to one another, and teach us important truths about being human.
The reason is simple: poetry not only reflects the heart and soul of people, it has a wisdom all its own. There is nothing like poetry to throw light into the dark corners of existence, and make life’s runaway locomotive slow down for a moment so that it can be enjoyed. Science and technology explain much of our world. Psychology tells us more about human behavior; all three succeed by following orderly rules and theories. Poetry offers truths based on intuition, a keen eye, and the tumultuous experiences of the poet.”
(excerpts from "ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ" ʙʏ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ)