Breaking in

O blog, I have not abandoned thee. Just got stuck in a summer rut of non-inspiration, I suppose.

But now that I've emerged out of hibernation and into the land of the living, I hope to at least try to spew out a few ideas into this thing called the internet.

You are now free to move about the cabin.

Anyway. I have been a'thinking...

Poetry is a world that is incredibly easy to exist in. It is undulation. Fluid. It is your basic reaction: something makes contact with the waters of the heart and brain and ripples result. Poetry is the sort of bendable writing that can take on any shape...its molecules are not rigid, and thus it is liquid in the most basic sense.

But non-fiction...it is so massive; it feels so much more contained than poetry because it must encompass "truth."

I'm not a philosophy major (though I kind of wish I was...stupid English! Took my soul...), but my basic understanding is that truth is subjective. Truth is really just a theory. Science can say that it can prove things, open the world up to truth through experimentation, find all things rooted in fact.

But it really can't.

So is the most basic, visceral, "real" truth simply what we know for ourselves and live by? Is that non-fiction?

I think it's too early in the morning for this. I just don't really know where to begin.

With the world, I guess.