We push boundaries to seek them out. Not to tear down, but to build rule Not for no-rule, but to find rule. Free form poems don’t destroy them: They have shown us what poems are and what poems, truly, are not.
Tradition! As that old song goes; it is well with me to conserve the old things we sometimes forget to take along with us. And thus, mo chara, am I writing in pen, on a piece of paper, in a book bound in leather, tied with a string, filled with the ramblings of an unwillingly […]
I drank a thimbleful of fire, and I’m not ever coming back. mewithoutYou