Always be a poet, even in prose. That’s good advice from the father of prose poetry, Charles Baudelaire. He also said, always be drunk. Some of us are always poets. It’s a twisted gene that we inherited from a loony ancestor, and it’s not recessive. It’s pretty dominant, although we aren’t. We’re uncontrolling, unassuming folks who let people be. We like to look at the sky, at the wandering clouds, and when we spot a sad old man walking down the street, we sigh. But we’re no angels, you and I. We’re whimsical, lackadaisical. We’re playful, pathologically unfaithful, and we follow Baudelaire’s advice to a tee.