Like most students, my initial exposure to poetry didn’t so much whet my appetite as it did tie a millstone around its neck and throw it down a well. For starters, I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to spend so much time trying to be misunderstood. I also found it unsettling to watch my... Continue Reading →
That there is within man an inherent desire to to create is undeniable - one only needs to witness a child with a box of lego or an adult with a restaurant napkin to confirm this fact. The problem is that our natural impulses, along with everything else in the world, are not clean, shiny,... Continue Reading →
“We live in an age increasingly unaware of the power of its own expression. . .” Todd Anderson Speaking from experience, I think I can say with a fairly sure degree of accuracy that many people treat poetry like small children treat food - eat what you know, avoid... Continue Reading →
I value self-expression as far as it goes. That is to say, behind closed doors I acknowledge that one is permitted to express himself to the utmost limits of law and nature. But when that same self-expressor evaluates his work as having moved beyond the realm of the therapeutic and, in the name of civil... Continue Reading →
