#070–What makes poetry…well, poetry?

I don’t have a ready answer to the question posed here, but maybe some of the poets out there do.

The Chatty Introvert

I was hoping to review The Georgics by Virgil today, but let’s just say I gave up in frustration because the poetic nature just got too baffling for me to continue. I used to like poetry, or trying to read it, but I don’t get it anymore.

Maybe I never really did, and just thought I did.

When I first really tried to get back into writing a few years ago, I started looking hard at my old poetry, from late high school and early college. Much of it stank, like I was trying too hard to force it into a structure that didn’t work right, or the word choices were terrible. Some of it I thought was pretty good, but was written so long ago I had a hard time figuring out how the hell I did it in the first place.

It’s a bit like when you start writing…

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