The Virginia Quarterly Review, one of those obscure and probably old literary magazines that most colleges subscribe to because they feel an obligation to support the arts, has a great post about poetic cliches. I used to write poetry when I was in collge and for a while afterwards, but haven't written any in a while. I suppose film school will do that to you - you suddenly have LOTS of outlets for your creativity. When I was at Swarthmore, a friend of mine and I were talking about the cliches of bodily fluids in poetry - i.e., blood, sweat and tears. This friend of mine joked that no one wrote about lymph nodes. So I offered to do that. It was called "Panta Rhei," which is Latin for "everything flows" (my friend minored in Latin). I have no idea where it is any more, but I'm proud of the fact that, many, many years ago, I was so sensitive to artistic cliches that I made fun of them, and it only now that the poetry establishment is catching up to me. Ha!
hat tip: Andrew Sullivan