Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm the only one who's tired of the ways we talk about poetry. Maybe I'm the only one who feels a pang of loneliness every time he looks at Poetry Twitter (and then, because social media pushes my buttons so well, looks again, and looks again). It feels that way, the loneliness-the kind I sometimes feel at parties, where lonely is so obviously the last thing I'm supposed to feel.
In the grand scheme of things-hell, even in the ordinary scheme-this isn't a big deal. But I haven't had any luck in letting it go. And I'm not convinced that it's just me. And I'm not even convinced that a lot of what's happening is good for anyone-though really, the awkward guy standing against the wall at a party complaining about everyone's supposedly-unhealthy behavior is probably the last person you should listen to. So, grain of salt.
