A Gracious Comment On Cassandra

I wrote some words today and showed them to a stranger. They guided me in terms of semantics, definition, and faith: Saying: 'Pride is freedom." I listened intently for the constructive criticism of my ideas: My poetry is not a subjective flow of concepts, unorganized and free! I am bound and constrained to 'real conditions and real claims,' and tethered to... being an amateur. I heard, I was analyzing philosophy and fell short of the correct interpretation, according to. . . Someone that knows better than I. Let me take this constructive, enlightening criticism to heart; May it guide me around the corners of a tight box, structured and pre-defined. Hold me fast to a metric leash, familiar to the ear and approved by literary critics. Thank you for shutting the door of my cage when I tried to sing; I will be more quiet in the future, mimicking the style of dead poets.