Amen, Michael. It is blathering. Poetry's not going anywhere. It is, literally, the dna of all art. Movies, photos, paintings, moments, memories, dreams. Moments. The instant the image lifts you off your feet. It's not a choice, or up to a self-involved critic to determine. It's as human as wanting a god or needing a song.
*Thank you, Matt, for posting the article. Seriously, I will read it in its entirety, but I admit I stopped at "Like many millennials."
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