Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.
“The citizen is becoming a pawn in a game where nobody knows the rules, where everybody consequently doubts that there are rules at all, and where the vocabulary has been diminished to such an extent that nobody is even sure what the game is all about.”
“Arrogance, pedantry, and dogmatism; the occupational diseases of those who spend their lives directing the intellects of the young.”