I've found myself a little lacklustre since last week's episodes. Maybe it's because I finally have the x-files to stem the flow of my creativity (watched the film and am now back into season 6). But I think it's mostly because there are certain bits of criticism that hit deeper. To paraphrase, last week Peter said my initial poem lacked in imagery, and that, as he had predicted before, I was quite concerned with linguistic content. I suppose it knocked the wind out of me a bit, even though he enjoyed the Midsummer Night's Massacre, as did George ("rollicking" was the word, I believe). Myabe it's just some mental block about poetry - I would like to think my songs have some great images (Worthwhile, for example), in addition to telling narratives. Or maybe I am too wrapped up in language and the tale it tells. I guess I'll just have to work on that. But with Shelley (my favourite poet), it's the language and narrative I revel in, like in Ozymandias "look upon my works, you mighty, and despair!" . I wonder if I'm alone in that...