Some autobiography, Part 2; or, the science continued; or, the decision to know poetry

As described in a previous post, I was a chemistry nerd in high school.  Despite this seemingly disparate interest, I was enthusiastic about writing poetry. To give you an idea of this, one summer in high school, while in an internship in which I helped out in a lab/performed some experiments, I wrote poems while […]

Some autobiography; or, in defense of the ignorant

We begin life with ignorance; sure, some instinct, but also ignorance.  And, certainly, some ignorance will always remain. When I began writing poetry as a sophomore in high school, I, honestly, had no models beyond the generic, public notion of what “poetry” was: a rhymey thing with metaphor….  I hadn’t even read any modernist poetry.  […]