Resolved:
That any poet who writes a poem based in a wistful and/or romanticized view of suicide as:
— an inevitable step;
— a proper response to a failed love affair or parents who are too strict;
— the true province of art and poetry;
— an idealized state of grace and release from care;
be it, again, hereby resolved that I will smack said poet upside the head with a copy of the Nirvana box set.
And if I write one myself, I give you full license to do the same. Twice.
