By way of explaining why, just maybe, not every writer needs to know how to “deal with iambic pentameter,” Erin over at Rarely Likable compares literature to cars:

But I have real difficulty with the idea that while enthusiasts might not know anything about engineering, ALL Chevrolet mechanics should know every model put out in every single year, or that they should always approach a new car by sitting in the driver’s seat rather than opening the hood…No one gives literature majors hell if they don’t write creatively, right?

All this to explain her less-than-impressive grade in her graduate craft of poetry seminar, you know, the one all of us fiction writers are required to take during our MFA years despite our absolute hate affair with the writing of poetry (it’s not the poets we hate, mind you, just the idea of actually writing the stuff ourselves).