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Thought for the Day Poetry seems to have been eliminated as ...

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Paul Whybrow

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Poetry seems to have been eliminated as a literary genre, and installed instead, as a kind of spiritual aerobic exercise - nobody need read it, but anybody can do it.

Marilyn Hacker

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It seems to me that this is only true if you look like the person in this photo. (Although men are allowed big beards.) If you are both skinny and intense, you can declare anything you do as a form of creative expression.
 

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