I'm baffled at why I liked poetry now, or writing it, at least. I've been reading my old stuff and old comments of mine with a distinct feeling of disdain. English needs a word for the emotion of disgust with oneself's past paradigms. It's a distinct one that I experience often.
Fortunately English already has a word for the other emotion I feel in relation to my present self - hubris. I am a pretentious fool.
In any case, I'm semi-active again. Don't expect much (not that you ever should). I doubt I'll be active enough to carry on conversation with folks on DeviantART itself; however, I am just about always on AIM as seveninchbread if you want to talk. I'd love some nostalgia.
-Adam