Most sentences get us from A to B.
Consciousness swirls around them like the air outside of a jet plane
The sentence is a fixed thing which we float around with our meanings and histories.
The molecules of meaning bounce off of each other, connections are made.
The personal and impersonal rub shoulders
The best marriages of reader and writer have the former formulating truths which the latter has previously only intuitively understood.
Some reader/writer relationships are more akin to intense love affairs, the reader possessive of their understanding and either keen to parade their insights or contradict those of others.
These contradictions live in the molecules of meaning.
Rather than enter the discourse on those writers who educate, elucidate and enlarge me I prefer to bring my understandings from my readings to my poetry,
thickening the molasses of miasma
in the hope the baton of understanding
is picked up elsewhere..