All of Victorian verse is pentameter.
The first thing we have to do is get rid of the pentameter. To ditch the pentameter.
To break the pentameter, that was the first heave
With Shakespeare, if you're not going to do the iambic pentameter, do some other play.
Nor are we the culmination of evolution, except in the sense that there has never been another species so bizarrely ingenious that it could create both iambic pentameter and plutonium.
I think that happens for a lot of people, they have this idea that there's only one type of way to write poetry and that you have to have this information. You have to know about meter, you have to know about form, you have to know about iambic pentameter, and all of that.
Who cares about a kid from the Midwest writing pentameter? It's stupid.
Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.
