All great art is born of the metropolis.
The artist is always beginning.
In verse one can take any damn constant one likes, one can alliterate, or assone, or rhyme, or quant, or smack, only one MUST leave the other elements irregular.
I found after seventy years that I was not a lunatic but a moron.... I should have been able to do better.
It is the business of the artist to make humanity aware of itself.
It is more than likely that the brain itself is, in origin and development, only a sort of great clot of genital fluid held in suspense or reserved. This hypothesis would explain the enormous content of the brain as a maker or presenter of images.