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Why is poetry important in general?

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to the earth,Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearthOf noble natures, of the gloomy days,Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened waysMade for our searching: yes, in spite of all,Some shape of beauty moves away the pallFrom our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boonFor simple sheep; and such are daffodilsWith the green world they live in; and clear rillsThat for themselves a cooling covert makeAgainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:And such too is the grandeur of the doomsWe have imagined for the mighty dead;All lovely tales that we have heard or read:An endless fountain of immortal drink,Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.The above is the first stanza from John Keats’ Endymion. I don’t have anything in particular to say about the poem, but when talking about the importance of poetry, I felt compelled to include it because the poem as it exists itself is important and a thing of beauty.I’m not particularly well versed in the study of poetry, or even literature on the whole. I read books, I read poems, I come up with my own ideas, but it is for the joy of it, not academic exercises (I realise the two can be one and the same).So, as such, it wouldn’t be for me to write about the importance of poetry from an academic standpoint. I could try, but I wouldn’t do it justice, and points I might highlight would be far better found in books on poetry, or even here on Quora.Instead, I will simply talk about why poetry is important to me, and therefore why it might be important to you.To me, poetry is using condensed language to tell a story. It distils feelings down to their rawest state, compressing the language and displaying it in an almost formulaic manner.It causes your perspective to shift and your interpretations to mutate. Feel things more intensely. It goes beyond the seemingly human capacity to write or perceive or paint it, to the point that it reaches across from your soul to the soul of the poet.It’s that feeling that gives poetry its inherent importance.

How historically accurate is the movie "300"?

There really is a place called Thermopylae. There really was a battle there between Greeks (including 300 Spartans) and soldiers from the Persian Empire.Yup, that’s about it for historical accuracy. Spartans weren’t interested in Freedom, either for their slaves or themselves. In fact, they adopted their military lifestyle in the wake of a slave revolt, to make sure that no other would occur. The Persian elite guard, the Immortals, did not wear utterly useless and, indeed, counterproductive silver masks, but looked like this:Xerxes I was not a massive but effeminate Chippendale dancer with fashionable body piercings and delusions of godhood, but this guy,He proved a competent war leader in Egypt and Mesopotamia, was a builder, is mentioned approvingly in The Book of Esther in the Bible. He was probably a Zoroastrian.What Frank Miller did in the graphic novel 300, which was reproduced almost scene by scene in the movie, is show a fear of the cultures of the East. It is Islamophobia set in a time before Islam. I’m not throwing the “Islamophobia” word around lightly…he really does fear and loathe Middle Eastern cultures (Frank Miller’s Holy Terror Is Fodder for Anti-Islam Set) and is self-admittedly ignorant about them (Parting Shot: ‘Holy Terror’ Creator Frank Miller Admits He Knows ‘Squat’ About Islam).I know Persians whom I admire, and others I like and trust. The lies of 300 made me angry, but Frank Miller will hardly be concerned about that. He thinks that the Western World is facing an “existential threat” from the Middle East and that people like myself are dangerously naive. But listen to the man himself.