But the clarity and profound meaning become dim when I try to articulate or understand logically. I abstract my thoughts about my relationship to the forest from their emotional meaning by setting them out on a surgical table of analysis, and then re-evaluate the meaning of the reassembled thoughts according to how they can be supported logically. But the more immersed I become in my studies of philosophy, the more weak my voice becomes, and I find myself slipping into disunity, self-abuse, and ultimately, I fear that I'll drown in a lazy black stream of logical confusion. So you can see that if I want to stir my soul to something other than frustration and defeat, I must simply live poetically, pursue poetry, and give up my struggles in philosophy. But Lila, I must say that your vision of pursuing poetry sounds rather idealistic.
Poetry is a forum for the integrity of emotional, intuitive, and imagistic clarity.
The process of poetics is so significant because I think that trying to write and understand poetry is an erotic pursuit. So, to answer your question, I think that poetry as a pursuit is more nourishing because it compels one to love clarity, with an urgency that's like erotic love. I can see why you might find rationality offensive. Well, yes, I agree. Then perhaps philosophical pursuit is also capable of being erotic.