Why is it that only the beautiful inspire us? When one thirsts for inspiration, they turn to the graceful rolling hills or the forever enchanting sunset. But why is that? No one goes to the slums when writer's block stands in the way, no one goes to the wastelands to write sonnets..But maybe that is exactly what need to be done, in order to keep the heartbeat of poetry throbbing with newly-invigorated vitality.