How do you know when a poem is finished?
When I’m like “dang that’s good” or when I forget about the thing for a few months and come back to it and think “oh shit I’m a writer.” More concretely, when I, in my extreme subjectivity, think that each phrase is next to genius, or when I am surprised by how beautifully I managed to craft the flow of ideas. Is narcissism really a bad thing, or that just how Western puritanism interprets things?
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