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The prose poem is not a real poem, of course.
One of the major differences is that the prose poet is incapable, either too lazy or too stupid, of breaking the poem into lines. But all writing, even the prose poem, involves a certain amount of skill, just the way throwing a wad of paper, say, into a wastebasket at a distance of twenty feet, requires a certain skill, a skill that, though it may improve hand-eye coordination, does not lead necessarily to an ability to play basketball. Still it takes practice and thus gives one a way to pass the time, chucking one paper after an- other at the basket, while the teacher drones on about the poetry of Tennyson.
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