“There is no other form of writing that feels so good as a lyric poem as it gushes forth in a steady flow. If that metaphor rubs you the wrong way; if you would at once insist that poetry is Hard Work and not a luxury product for intellectual sybarites; if poetry suggests to you rather the possibility of sheer music—then nature did not intend you for a poet.” – Tom Disch, “The Castle of Indolence”