Have you ever read something in a book that feels like it must be a critique of your own work?
"Water should suggest to the poet a new obligation: the unity of the element. Lacking this unity of the element, material imagination remains unsatisfied, and formal imagination is insufficient for drawing together dissimilar features. The work lacks life because it lack substance."
Gaston Bachelard, Water and Dreams; An Essay on the Imagination of Matter
2012 will be the year I take a new tack, as the sailors say.