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- Mary Panza
There was a time in my life, after college, where I would write and write and write- filling up too many notebooks with the trials and tribunes of life and disenchanted dreams; all while waiting to attend The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa Institute in Colorado.
I read this article tonight proclaiming that poetry is dying, as if it were a played out pop act. My first thoughts were the above and Mary’s poem.
My response to the article is, No. It will never die. There are too many passionate and tortured souls (by life, love, good, bad or anything in between) to ever let that happen. As former poet laureate Donald Hall says in the article, “I’m 80 years old. [For] 60 years I’ve been reading about poetry losing its audience.”
Exactly.
I miss writing. Poetry was the best outlet.](http://20.media.tumblr.com/Yl2Y2ZHouljsv1gb9JTYqkyho1_500.png)
There was a time in my life, after college, where I would write and write and write- filling up too many notebooks with the trials and tribunes of life and disenchanted dreams; all while waiting to attend The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa Institute in Colorado.
I read this article tonight proclaiming that poetry is dying, as if it were a played out pop act. My first thoughts were the above and Mary’s poem.
My response to the article is, No. It will never die. There are too many passionate and tortured souls (by life, love, good, bad or anything in between) to ever let that happen. As former poet laureate Donald Hall says in the article, “I’m 80 years old. [For] 60 years I’ve been reading about poetry losing its audience.”
Exactly.
I miss writing. Poetry was the best outlet.
