Thinking with a sonnet
Sonnets always seemed interesting, just because of the way they let you think within the poem. Sonnets permit you to think in a way that other poems might not. You couldn’t think the same way given another really strict form. You don’t think in a sestina the way you think in a sonnet.
I like the idea of fooling around with the question of beginnings and middles and endings, those concepts one always hates in writing, especially in fiction, and the sonnet has them. The traditional form of the sonnet is to set up the scene, and then develop it in the middle, and come to a conclusion in the end couplet. And that’s really stupid.
That’s not the way we think; but it is structurally fascinating to do it. To not do it while also doing it. I’m not sure of how that’s done.