So you don’t see splashy ads advising, “Make Big Bucks on Poetry!” So it’s not the art form of this age—which is to say of a postmythic age where almost anything can be measured, where the Web provides an instant encyclopedia, where self-help books challenge existential angst and Dr. Phil picks up the scraps.
Before there were books, meter and rhyme enabled our ancestors to commit tribal wisdom to memory. Before the scientific age, human...
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