Flux Poetry, Flux Poets
The flux nature of all things here. --Barrow.
A flux poet is a poet who is constantly in motion. I leave this open to broad interpretation for motion is infinite and beautiful. The word flux has a plethora of synonyms. In it’s noun form it can mean cataclysm, alluvion, instability and progression. The verb form is synonymous with deliquesce, diffuse, fuse, liquesce, and render. The key part of flux poetry is that it infiltrates all aspects of life. It is in our bodies, composes the lines of a electric or magnetic field, it is any type of constant or frequent change and can be something which aids, induces, or otherwise actively participates in fusing or flowing.
The flux poet feels too much: the words, the sounds, the syllables, her/his own emotions, the audience’s emotions, the emotions of imaginary peoples who live in a very real place inside one’s head. She is conscious of each cell inside her body the way that a tattoo needle must focus on penetrating each pore precisely because every cell is important on the individual level and in the grand scheme of beauty/art. Without the perfection of that one cell/pore, you picture with never be complete. Nonetheless, beauty is a process of constant metamorphosis. These cells may be black with ink today, but need to be red with blood tomorrow.
Form is both essential and nonessential to the flux poet. Flux poetry includes whatever the fuck it wants to include. And form, as a literary device, has a place in flux poetry as a poem may feel "right" in a form one moment and "right" in free verse the next. Flux poetry is committed to obeying visceral instinct.