Any good poet can write good prose but not every prose writer can write good poetry

>Any good poet can write good prose but not every prose writer can write good poetry.
Huh...he's right.

He must have had low standards for good prose from poets.

this is circular, for any counterexample you can just claim they were a poet who happens to be known for prose.

Cool it bud, or I'm gonna fill your mouth with sudds, bite my soap, and feel the artic choke

This is non-circular, for any concurrent fixation of top founddation, any one may claim poetry is nothing but shive sniveling thought on paper

Yes, it's true.

>I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't, and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And, failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing.

That was said by Faulkner. Roberto Bolaño was also a failed poet turned author. James Joyce was also a failed poet. Vladimir Nabokov too. The list goes on.

I think it's important for every author to try their hands at poetry. A poet looks at language and at the art of writing distinctively, and truly when Nabokov and Joyce write in the way that they did they're using poetry in their prose. They wouldn't be able to develop a rich prosaic style if they hadn't read and written a good deal of poetry.
And yes, poetry is more difficult. Writing poetry requires you to use language in a completely different way than in ordinary life, not just or necessarily because it's labored and high-brow, but because its goals and methods of communication are of a completely different order.

a good computer could write a good poem. a good computer could not write a good novel (yet). it's not just about length. the form of the novel involves deeper knowledge of characterization, interactions between people, and emotional growth.

poetry is falsifiable nonsense, novels still have a few decades to go until algorithms can dupe us

Those are all dreadful writers. Your point shall be ignored.

>t. failed poet

>not understanding poetry is about having your own distinctive style
I ponder, what is this beauty, if we can't grasp it, and molest it bound to paper?

I wonder, how do I know If I've seen it, when others can never see where I got this glean?

My mind, is but of sodomy, it is a mine, like a frontal lobotomy.

What are you?
I, muse, my God?
Three is this your only Key? What are you trying to tell me?

Have you touched me so, do others also feel this glow?
To the one, with no window, I stow these thoughts bellow.