Happy Birthday Poet in Residence

The Poet in Residence blog-spot is two this month. How does a blog celebrate its second birthday? The poem below, Sunday Interlude, is an allegory for a birthday. The reader can go there. It will suffice. It may do more.

The philosophy behind the young and upcoming Poet in Residence blog has all to do with the role of the individual as artist. Poet in Residence belongs to no school of poetry. He sub-scribes to and for no palliative. He feels no need or requirement or urgent need to do so. Like Josef Haydn, Dylan Thomas, and Vincent van Gogh, the first three names to spring to mind, the Poet in Residence ploughs his own furrow. Sometimes the furrows cross. But no matter.

That's a way, but it's always the way in which progress is made in the arts. Schools of art or poetry sometimes serve to stint one's progress or stop it altogether.

Naturally schooling is important. Nobody would deny that. After all, it is where foundations are laid. But once the foundations are firm you can almost forget about them. It will take an earthquake to move you.

We can now build our towers. Poet in Residence has just completed the second storey of his. There's a long way to go. But the work has begun.

For the statistically minded:
2 years old (or is it young?)
500 postings (or approaching!)
500 visitors° per week (on average)
°includes visits by universities and educational establishments with more than one computer.