What you meant to say was "I had to eke out a Sestina because my very smart and knowledgeable Brother-in-Law says that 'no one can really consider themselves a true poet if they haven't written a Sestina'". I fixed it for you.
"The printer did not ponder over the pages, but sent them rocketing from its belly." I enjoyed this and found the winsome bittersweet ambivalence of the sentiments and feelings expressed here -- with just a hint of writerly hopefulness and self-wonder -- very resonant. What's a poor poet to do with no peg left on the coat rack of the Poet's Club to hang one's ego? Anyway, I'd like to see this MS. And the eventual book.
What you meant to say was "I had to eke out a Sestina because my very smart and knowledgeable Brother-in-Law says that 'no one can really consider themselves a true poet if they haven't written a Sestina'". I fixed it for you.
"The printer did not ponder over the pages, but sent them rocketing from its belly." I enjoyed this and found the winsome bittersweet ambivalence of the sentiments and feelings expressed here -- with just a hint of writerly hopefulness and self-wonder -- very resonant. What's a poor poet to do with no peg left on the coat rack of the Poet's Club to hang one's ego? Anyway, I'd like to see this MS. And the eventual book.