About a year ago now, I bought a magazine of poetry. It inspired me; felt like the words were art and they spoke to the philosophy of life.
But after a year subscription I think it was more hope than reality. Good poetry inspires, uplifts, reminds, possesses me-- more than all other form of the written word... but it is much harder to find any that is readable. More often it comes up trite... the message too simple without the profound, too personal without the connection to the audience, too... boring. And it is a lot of work to get to boring!
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