Poetry, asters to zeppelins
8.08.11I started to comment on Tyler’s post, “Preach on, Sister Meyer. Preach On.” But—look out—the comment mushroomed. Adam G’s comment especially caught my attention. His question seems to be, is it possible to talk about poetry—especially in terms of hierarchies and other high-falutin’ standards for determining a poem’s worthiness—with language that doesn’t float above us [...]
