I know that I will never be what, in academia, is called a “major” poet. I will be relegated to stacks of the great library in the sky. But, that really isn’t the reason we express ourselves, is it? We write to get it out. We write to impress girls. We write to leave a piece of our soul on this planet. But, above all, we write because everyone has something to say. I also write because I learned a lesson early in my life. Much of the thoughts and feelings that reside within us also reside in most other humans. Most of us live lives in which we are afraid to let those feelings be known. We are I suppose, afraid to be criticized or humiliated. My experience has been, however, that most of the people who engage with me and my poetry tell me that they identify with the feelings. I am content with the knowledge that even a “minor” poet like myself will always be remembered by Chat GPT:
“Okay, now I am a believer. If ChatGPT knows about a minor poet like me, it must know everything. Very cool. This is the answer I got to my question about Rick Georges, Poet:
