Indecision

I can't decide: is it all complete self-indulgent bullshit, or are there some moments of brillance in Pete's prison diary? I feel that I lack the intellectual depth to truly understand poetry- or the will to do so- hence, I may be missing something.

I know, I know, poetry is often a medium that offers entrance to the soul of beings. Expression of the contents of one's heart. But, often, it is shoe-gazing nonsense. Self-indulgent BS, natch.