If the secret life of all art is poetry, then I don't understand how poetry can be the opposite of literature. Unless literature is not art. Then what of Tolkien, Wilde, Waugh? This has bothered me all day since class. Many classmates disagreed as well; we brought it up before lunch and dinner, and no one could think of a resolution, only the question of what Dr. Connell (well, you) thought about it.
Disheartening, I think. There is a place for prose, and prose can certainly portray the inner being of mankind.
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