I Admit it; I’m a Lousy Poet. So?
A dull poet acknowledges and celebrates his mediocrity and trivial blandness.Okay, so I’m not Ogden Nash and most of what I write is trash and it won’t change the world or make folks cry. Okay, I’m also not James Joyce and lack an artist’s subtle voice regardless of how much I strain and try. What am I supposed to do if my whole life is mundane goo devoid of pain and struggle and great sorrow? What am I supposed to say if I just have fun every day and yesterday will be just like tomorrow? I do not...