Poetry used to seem important. It was a profound way to say profound things. There was art in structure, in cleverness, in emotion. We like to think there still is. We really don’t know if poetry should happen at the end of a pen, behind a keyboard, or behind a microphone. If it should have silence or beats. If it’s legitimized by academia or the street. If it’s good.
Doesn’t matter, all that matters is that it’s here.