Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip was still trying to work out what big flaw in her writing she was going to try to destroy for this week's creative writing assignment. Maybe she should do something that didn't involve robots?

But robots were cool.

She found a couple writing manuals in the stacks and flipped through those for awhile. One was a whole big thing about birds, which she guessed worked as a metaphor, but it still seemed kind of weird to Tip. Another one had a whole big thing about how adverbs were the devil.

Tip was starting to think that professional writers were kind of full of crap.

[open!]

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[justice_undone]

"But lyrics are poetry?" Breq said. "And I have read a lot of poetry that the only reason it might be inaccessible is because it was pointless."

She wasn't arguing, just being curious about the reasoning.

[intotheout]

"A lot of people I know would say that lyrics don't count. Like, okay, so some of the best poets in, like, fifty years back home are hip hop artists, right? But almost everyone says that doesn't count, because they're rapping about growing up poor or being in gangs instead of writing about pretty trees or whatever. It's this whole racist, classist thing. The only stuff that's real poetry is the stuff you read and don't understand."

[justice_undone]

"If your definition of poetry includes that you shouldn't understand it, then of course you would," Breq observed. "Or it wouldn't be poetry."