I found a book in the halls today called Six Answers to the Problem of Taste. It’s someone’s thesis, I’m guessing–printed in 1979, about 50 pages or so. Essentially it’s a survey of philosophers trying to decide what is good art and what is not. Philosophy is wonderful, but the arrogance of folks like Hume trying to come to some method of settling a question that is inherently without answer—it’s funny, honestly. I find theory interesting but seldom do I find any single theoretical approach terribly useful. I tried to play out my own poetry against the idea of a “problem of taste.” Here’s “Six Answers to the Problem of Taste, Applied.”