On poetry

All life is rhythm. Is is any surprise, then, that our art seeks to find rhythm in words? But there are good rhythms and poor, that is, pleasing and cacophonous, and there are the mediocre mascaraing as the good. How does one tell the one from the other? It takes an expert, but they are ever in short supply–and even more so in this day and age.

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