Every so often I find some poems that are too good for the readers of The Atlantic because they are a little too involved with the nature of poetry, as such.
Personally, I've found that the kind of thing that I like is going into somebody else's area and not playing their music but doing whatever I do in their area.
Man is largely a creature of habit, and many of his activities are more or less automatic reflexes from the stimuli of his environment.

