Last year, I read quite some poetry
classics, mostly
which I disliked deeply - up to major exceptions.
So I decided
to write poems myself
again
to regain self-sufficiency in my distaste.
This year,
you'll see quite some self-embarrassing stuff
as form and as content
coming up here.
No challenge, no goals, no excitement. No point.
Just
a
web
log
of
anguish.
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