Slowly being sucked down and suffocated by a vortex of words and soggy language.
Sestinas and villanelles have gone from exotic wisps to ugly lumps – curses.
It’s the rhythm and the beat and the form and the pace; all beginning to sound like a death knell, and not the brave shameless pattery banter it should be.
It’s all about the emphasis you see. The stress and the stresses.
Stress less. Keep calm, sharpen your pencil, and carry on.