which shows how smart I was. School started in September, and neither of the two teachers was in town in August. So each thought that the other had read it and let me in, and when they checked the list in the English department, there was my name. So I just showed up.
The first words out of anyone's mouth were, "I don't think the iambic pentameter is working very well in this poem." And I knew I was dead meat because I didn't even know what iambic pentameter was. I didn't know anything about writing, having been a history major. But I kept my mouth shut.
from Vox Populi: On the Record with Charles Wright, famous American poet from Tennessee