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WHAT EVERY POET SHOULD KNOW ABOUT BREAKING LANGUAGE RULES

Know the rules before breaking them, not breaking the rules before knowing them.

Poetry itself is a form of language usage that expresses in a connotational manner. It's as well as a vital expressive tool. However, the language a poet uses to express his/herself must be that which is familiar to the poet, be it Latin, English Yoruba,  Swahili, pidgin, etc.  This is because once a rule is broken in that language due to the privilege of a poet's poetic licence
and such a piece of work is analytically dissected by a stylistician, the stylistician tends to be particular about deviated items in terms of phonology, grammar, punctuation, syntax, etc., of which the stylistician will base his/her analysis. That was why prominence was created to fetch for those drifts from language norms that are intentionally made by the poet other than errors made due to ignorance of rules, of which in linguistic stylistics it's called deviation.
The bottom line is, poets deviate from language norms so as to create a unfamiliar form of construction, be it in grammar, phonetics, or in graphic representations in terms of punctuation,  that will give proper expression to the poet's thoughts and emotions. However, such move away from language norm must be purposeful.
In prose, deviations are minimal because there is no poetic licence, hence when rules are broken they turn to be more erroneous than foregrounded.
A poet should not go on breaking language rules blindly, instead it must be intentionally administered. If not then the poet must be called to the court of poetry.
Anything accidentally broken in language is not broken but only an erroneously maintained.
Mide Benedict

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