Seriously though ... it's almost as if it were through 'poetic-rule' that I died to 'poetic-rule' in order that I might live in poetry.
For I through the law am dead to the law, that I might live unto God.
-Galatians 2:19
Truth be told, I definitely had this verse in mind to confirm what I’ve always (silently) believed- that, after having best understood the rules and patterns of this or that given discipline, freedom resides in our ability to utilize its circumvention fluently and creatively.
I learned how a rook moves; how a knight jumps; how a bishop slices; I learned how the game of chess functions beneath exceedingly specific parameters … but it was the highly fluid aspect of creativity that taught me how to skewer an opponent’s piece!
In other words, after having first learned the rules, I learned how to die to them in order to achieve freedom's possibility …
Perfect example ... the comments area Of an Uncommon Measure
