Getting it out there

I was recently asked what I want to do with my poetry.  It may once have been self-evident, if only to me. Now it no longer is. What is the point?

Why do I do it? To increase empathy: mine and others’. To reduce suffering and increase pleasure.

To do this, I make models of the universe: macrocosms in microcosms that are credible, and through these poems, I try to increase empathy, reduce suffering, and increase pleasure.

My models are poems that use sound and meaning together.

With all the layers of meaning available, is anyone out there  “getting” this? Am I getting it out there? That is, am I posting to an audience? Anyone? Are you getting it (nudge, wink) out there? At any level, are we on together?

We live in a world of absolute relativism. My truth is often uncomfortable and controverted by genuine ignorance and sometimes deception.

For me the answer has to be yes – and no. I write “in public,” conscious of readers. I like what I say. I am exercising my truth, with a truth, with the truth. And, chatting on some truths socially. Mind Palaces, encyclopedias, photographic memories, history, and the law all depend on an acceptance that there is one reality with many interpretations, explanations, and predictions arising. Fiction depends on there being a correspondence between various predictions and reality. It could happen.