Poetry.
Who knows what it is?
Who reads it any more?
Who writes it any more?
And don't give me lists of the crap that people call poetry.
Free form--blank verse--free verse--prose poetry (why did Baudelaire start with that?)--excuses for not being able to rhyme or count meter.
Where's the sonnet? Now that's poetry.
Or just a little ode, or odelette--something good. Something that is beautiful in form and thought, in image and word, in meter and music, in imagination and meaning...
But people do whatever they want and call it poetry.
They think it's like snapping snap beans. Just write something clever and snap it into three-word or four-word lines. And then take out the punctuation, including the capitalization, and voila-- a "poem."
Not so. Not so. Poe. The rhythmical creation of beauty. Where's the beauty?