A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.
Here's good advice for practice: go into partnership with nature; she does more than half the work and asks none of the fee.
I feel like every time I start up, it's like a truck you have to get into 15th gear, so you very solely crank into that mental space where you feel really immersed in the world of the book and then you can just kind of go. But there's just that few days of frustration to get to that point.

