narratives versus poetry

Humans aggrandize their existence to a point where everything else ceases to “exist”. The artificiality of the human “noble” purpose has lived throughout thousands of years in many different forms; all concealed within a broad frame known as language. Language is the fertile soil by which all of our feelings, life experiences and even ourselves grew out of. If language was not there, ideas would not exist, and no thinking would take place in the universe, so “imagine a world where human beings cease to be human.” (The Invasion) Ideas are immortal, independent beings that live for as long as the universe shall last, standing straight up with pride. As John F. Kennedy puts it, “A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on.” Two forms of language are of great significance, yet seem to fall into oblivion in peoples’ minds; narratives and poetry. Humans are uncertain of when they were born, and when they will die. They all live in the middle of nowhere, sharing stories about what they know nothing about; their life. Narratives encapsulate all of that through its content and form. The “beauty” of the universe, language and the essence of our existence is encapsulated within poetry; the rhythm in poetry exists everywhere around us and is an integral part of our daily lives.

Narratives – for any person on the street – is nothing but a mere story, with a defined beginning, middle and end. People fail to understand that everything has a narrative, but guess what? These narratives have no defined beginning, nor satisfying end, yet humans live in them and communicate through them. Life has a narrative of whatever you make out of it; science has a narrative of progress and history has a narrative of controversy and suspense...

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..., providing the reader with ultimate freedom in coloring the poem aligning to their emotions. This beautiful freedom is not found in narratives, for narratives are not always about “roses”, “flowers” or “romance”. Neither are poems, but they persuade a sense of romantic appeal that narratives could not provide.

Writing is an art, a way of communication and a way of life. Writing has to come from within, in order to be felt by others; “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” (Ernest Hemingway) Narratives and poetry are two different, yet interrelated forms of communications, persuading the brutality and beauty of life in ways that words could never accomplish. Both forms of writing help humans visualize reality in a way that assists them sense their existence, which is why human existence depends on these two magical releasers.