My sense of poetry, as an object and in a formal sense, is that if you push it and it doesn’t like what you’re up to it will push you back. Hard.
“I would sing the songs of the working stiffs, of the short-changed Joes, the born poor, the afflicted. I would gamble with the long-shot players who light candles in the wind, and resent with the pushed-around because of race or birth. Above all, I would fight for their causes on the screens of the world.”
Frank Capra