One of my best descriptions of poetry comes from ancestor Amiri Baraka who once talked about what made a poem good. It went something along the lines of if you read your poetry to a group of construction workers, and they liked it, then your poetry was good. 

There is a tendency in this culture to make art a pursuit reserved for the privileged. A cordoning off of who is allowed to create and who is not. I suppose this is what makes poetry so dangerous. The power of the word can never be contained. The position of poet is universal – from the griots on the continent of Africa to the rich poetic tradition reaching from Iran and India to Somalia and China. In the beginning was the word, word!

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