Friday, April 18, 2008

If it don't rhyme, it ain't

Incredible that this sort of dinosaur still walks the earth, but here's proof. Rejecting rhyme and meter altogether is questionable. Seeing them as the sine qua non of poetry is idiotic. What is this, the 18th Century?

1 comment:

Brian Campbell said...

As the glaciers melt, certain frozen notions will reveal themselves in all their rotten fleshiness. Like this one -- which DNA testing would almost reveal to be a not-so-distant relative of Timothy Steele. Type "Timothy Steele" in the search bar of my blog if you want to get a taste of what I mean. But thanks for the scaring this up, Zach.