Much of Poetry in a Nutshell (Where It Belongs) – “Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur” by Lewis Carroll

When writing poems, one should avoid all forms of clichés. However, sometimes the form itself can be a cliché.

Take Victorian poetry (and keep it.)

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Poetry – The Other Write Neat

I have rambled on about what poetry is, isn’t, and what it should be. But I have never gotten around to talking about how to write it or how to become a poet.

I am going to try to take care of that with as little crying as possible.

Please note: I did not say that there would be no crying.

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Archibald MacLeish Part Two: Arse Poetica

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Absolutely unretouched photo of Archibald MacLeish shortly before draining the soul of Zelda Fitzgerald in Rockville, MD. What, are you calling me a liar?!

And so we land at the crime he is most famous for. The poem that killed poetry. “Ars Poetica.” In this poem, MacLeish’s thesis is a poem is a waste of time and one shouldn’t even bother with it. And with his poetry he comes SO CLOSE to proving this theory!

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Archibald MacLeish, Part One: The Nightmare Begins

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If he were alive today, you’d be seeing this picture on a wanted poster in a post office.

Some poems stick with you all of your life. At the same time, so does extreme trauma and malaria. One poem/trauma that comes to mind is “Ars Poetica” by well-known walrus molester Archibald MacLeish.

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