Poetry is considered special because it challenges this notion of preferential taste, condemns those who choose one specific preference, one side of the mirror, strives for a rattling against these constant and unchanging same views. What is the fun in staying the same? Why be stubborn readers and members of this scattered society when we can afford to be a little more welcoming, a little more free formed. To hold out and stand so rooted in meaning that is mundane, already heard, already argued for and against, fixed and unchanging is what bears politics, minutia already authorized and approved by some other body and school of thought. Old and tired meanings lead to nothing new. Meaning should not be seen as normalized and gentrified, but as an investigation of this normalization, a refuting the notion of possible perfection, looking for some sense of interpreted real truth of mind, thought, ideals.