Prose = words in their best order; Poetry = the best words in their best order. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
That time between wanting to write and feeling the words form like a bubble. That sweet moment when they burst with ripeness and the juice flows across your mind.
The time between hearing the perfect, glorious words
and having the utensils ready to capture them.
Those moments after reading a breathtaking sentence, when someone else has fully formed the right words in the right order for you to taste, and the experience of it goes beyond that which the cerebral cortex can handle, and you have to stare into space while it sinks into your bones.
The mind gap – the space between thinking life and feeling it. The human being, not the human doing.
