I
worry about the poem with the advent of the blog. More specifically, I worry
about my poems for I haven’t written any in some time.
The
ideas I’ve used in the past for poems are now blogs. Sometimes I think the
poem is dead, although I know in my heart the poem will never die. Some of my
favorite poems are over a thousand years old. I love the simplicity of the
Chinese poets. Simplicity is a knife to Filet Mignon. A knife cuts through
the fancy title and reveals flesh as flesh. Of course every poet is different
and every poem is unique, generally speaking. I suppose if you break it down, if you
simplify it, what separates the poem from the blog in this instance is the
formatting.
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