So about a week ago Optional Poetry posted this: “July 8, (or, a response to the request that I stop writing poems about the ocean).”
Okay, so I am here to say that nobody, no friggin’ body has the right to tell you what to say or not say, and I do not care who they are. They could be your thesis advisor and they do not have that right. Not. Not. Not.
As Marge Piercy says somewhere, “I never don’t say what I came to say.” Say it diplomatically. Say it kindly. But say it. Say what only you can say about whatever it is that moves you so strongly to speak.
buildingapoem 
Great perspective
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I (of course) could not agree more! This bit of the article I was responding to really got my goat:
“I’ve read poems about birds, about seasons, and so many poems about gardens. We are so enraptured by the beauty of the world around us that it just pours out of us, in couplets, in sonnets, in free verse. Please stop. Your garden is lovely. Your roses are astoundingly crimson. The sparrow you saw embodies hope. The sunset last night was a thing of wonder. But stop writing poems about them.”
Um, hellllllllllllllllll no 🙂
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Beauty is what poetry is FOR.
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