By Ann Finkbeiner | July 25, 2012 | 9 Comments
This reminds me of that idiot, Walt Whitman, who thought his appreciation of the stars was so superior to the learn’d astronomer’s. The guy needed a pie in the face.
But here’s the question: is good poetry (not AG’s) as enlightening, meaningful, or interesting as a walk on Mars — or any kind of thing that you see and that no one’s ever seen before? Maybe the effects are similar?