Ah well, such is usually the case with poetry that's being published. I, myself, find it hard to read through some of the utter crap that gets put out there. I mean, what in God's name is wrong with publishers?
This is like a twinkie, it's all puffy and nice but there's really nothing there. And in large doses it probably causes cancer. It's like a lot of 'classic' poetry, actually...
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
