a point arose about this is not poetry

[abu nuwas]

I wonder about this metaphorical blood. It seems a very easy phrase for emos and amateur tragics to toss off but, like most of their abstractions, it lacks any actual depth. Just like a poem isn't a poem just because you label it so, writing poetry isn't only a painful experience that causes your soul to bleed in crimson and black and Doc Martins.

But what would I know? I'm sitting on a chair that I call a potato.

I was just on the point of timidly disagreeing, and saying that architecture might be poetry, or welding, echoing some discussion of years ago, when I read your last line, and burst out laughing. I don't often, but.. caught off guard!