Now I don't like poetry. Why did I ever like poetry? I wouldn't be surprised if it were for a vile reason, like those who become Christian just so they might be forgiven. I might forgive wishing to be forgiven, but poetry, which wastes time and is vain, cannot win me over again. Poetry isn't necessary to be Christian--- only the desire to be forgiven. I might possibly understand this desire. But what is poetry's desire? It has no desire. I ask, "what will I write?" How can we desire "what will I write?" Nothing has been written yet. Are you seeing the problem here? You hate this already, I bet.