There Once Was a Minion
So I finally recieved my professionally done literary critique of my poetry. I think that s/he was very confused. I kept getting the phrase "I don't understand...". On one hand, I like the fact that the Literary Critic does not understand (nor pretends to have some sort of grandiose meaning of my work), but I feel a little jaded that I paid a good chunk of cash for someone to say what ya'll have been saying for years.