In an age where we overanalyze art (and those who created it) to death, poetry is a singular force. It is what it is and forever has value because of it.
Sometimes, the mud sticks. Welsh poet Dylan Thomas will be forever known as a man who expired with a bottle in hand, but his final act belies his genius.
Since you never know when (or where) your next big idea will strike, always be prepared. Chris Margolin’s latest “Confessions of an Educator” column.