once upon a time in the esteemed halls of academia,
in a far far away land of university literary studies,
lived a very foolish associate professor of literature;
now this professor of American Lit believed resolutely,
that only academics could write real poetry because this
learned process involved a great deal of literary learning;
his resolute conception of all things poetic had an absolute
rule; which was nothing new could be created without first
building building building upon layers of poetic past theory;
all great poets built upon poetic foundations of past poets,
who proceeded them and blazed forth sacred holy poetic paths,
and thus only learned academics could write academic poetry;
layers upon layers of poetic technique theory meant absolutely,
nothing could happen in isolation no poet could have original
thoughts conceive independently a new poetic form in moments;
of eureka thus his poetry was a fossilized form of dry academia,
never could he admit innate poets bypass transcend academia,
genius poets transcend time space rules in homage to their muse;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem