Being one’s true and honest self can often be dangerous; and poetry should always be a place where, if only between the pages, that danger and energy and fear and excitement and love can fizz and spark without ever threatening to burn something down.

Andrew McMillan
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Poetry should always be a place where, if only between the pages, that danger and energy and fear and excitement and love can fizz and spark without ever threatening to burn something down. The idea of poetry is that it is a place where the best and brightest of our society can come together and explore their many sides. It’s a place where we can feel truly free to explore all of the things we wouldn’t normally get to explore in our daily lives. And, for poets, it is a place where they can get to explore their innermost selves without the fear of what the rest of the world might think.

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