watched Jim Jarmusch's Dead Man.
what happened with us and poetry? why is thinking about poetry painful? we're desperately trawling through materials adjacent to poetry, while we have multiple collections of poetry among our books now, and we have been avoiding them. we've got Owen Barfield's Poetic Diction queued up because we read that back in the 1990s. somehow I found a way to get a little bit of poetry back in my life: I took Latin and Greek, and was therefore compelled to read and translate poetry. but this did not rekindle any love of poetry in our own language.
you know, we were assigned William Blake early in high school. it went about as well as most of our grade-school experiences with literature classes, i.e. we ended up baffled and turned off and ran for the safety of fantasy and sci-fi literature. so maybe we got traumatized out of poetry in grade school, but...well, my instinct tells me the damage was done earlier than 9th grade.
~Chara