not good

Someone asked me a couple of years ago why I wasn't writing like I 'used to'. I thought it a strange question and didn't really answer them. In fact, it seemed accusatory to me.

The reasoning, should I need it, runs something along the lines of I was starting to sound like myself, that no-one was interested anyway, that I was sick of 'good' poetry. All of this still stands, especially the last. Goodness has nothing to do with poetry.

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