how did it begin anyway <br />this love of sound and words and rhythm <br />and word painting? <br />did a bunch of perhaps thirteen men and women <br />gather one night <br />under the star-covered trees <br />and eat pizzas and say: <br />tonight we’ll not drink sake <br />or soma <br />and we’ll not have sex <br />or argue about swines and politics and metaphysics; <br />we’ll not drink wine or breathe in fumes <br />that make minds gallop like wild boars <br />but, tonight, we’ll drink words instead?<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-did-poetry-begin/
