Poetry is something that has always been around to inspire me, in some fashion. Our everyday conversations can be seen as poetry. Scientific reports can be seen as poetry. My ears have always been open to the sounds of the void, cataloging and embracing these sounds.
I have amassed quite a bit of poetry in my time, but I wanted to share with you my favorite poem.
"The Motive of All of It" by Muriel Rukeyser:
The motive of all of it was loneliness,
All the panic encounters and despair
Were bred in fear of the lost night, apart,
Outlined by pain, alone. Promiscuous
as mercy. Fear-led and led again to fear
At evening toward the cave where part fire, part
Pity lived in that voluptuousness
To end one and begin another loneliness.
This is the most intolerable motive: this
Must be given back to life again,
Made superhuman, made human, out of pain
Turned to the personal, the pure release:
The rings of Plato and Homer’s golden chain
Or Lenin with his cry of Dare We Win.
Open your ears to the sound of the world, my friends.
You never know what you might hear.