On Writing As Considered As One Of The Fine Arts (with a nod to De Quincey)

First of all, THIS is what my reference to De Quincy is, well, referencing.

Second of all, THIS:

If you're going to write, then for heaven's sake read.
I know illiteracy is fashionable.
(Semi-literacy, then. The ability to pen one's own name, and to read The Daily Mail.) I concede
that endstoppping is - rather a lot of trouble

for not much if no-one can see the end-stopping
in question, and syllabic structures are invisible unless you pause oddly in-between lines.
BUT. There is no point not reading, and writing, and hoping
nobody will notice - they'll notice - which gnosis will go quite unnoticed by you. Opine

on a poem to its poet in terms less than glowing
and - well, you can imagine the oodles of fuss,
but don't and they'll write without reading not knowing
that there's an us and them and that they are not us.

P.S.
The above is a terrible poem. I know that it's a terrible poem. That is, if you hadn't noticed, THE WHOLE POINT. To give an example of the sort of thing that happens if one ignores (not subverts - ignores) the rules.
And there ARE rules.