Here we are, the first of April...
This month brings us the beginning of Baseball season, National Poetry Month, the time cycle of eternal beginnings. There is so much I like about this month... the month T.S. Eliot referred to as the cruelest of months. Perhaps the fact that my taxes are done and the refund in the bank helps.
To celebrate poetry all month long, I am doing the following....
- participating in NaPoEriMo
- posting a poetry related quote each day of the month
- producing a limited edition broadside of one of my poems (100 in all) that I will distribute to anyone as long as they last.
I rather like Forster's quote above. I think people are often looking beyond poems to make something of them they are not. I say, let the poem be itself.
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