I'm a little dysfunctional, don't you know?
Get a little emotional, don't you know?
Get a little emotional, don't you know?
I jumped today when my sister walked in the room to ask me a question. I was at the computer, looking guilty. I didn't want to be caught reading poetry. Here's the thing. I used to be a poetry hater. It was the worst thing about English class in high school. I'd throw the book on the desk and grumble, "This is fucking gay. I hate poetry." My problem is... I don't understand why they can't just say what they're trying to say.
Anyways. I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar today...reading poetry. Maybe I'm finally learning to like it. I mean, throughout this blog every now and then there's a little piece of a poem or something like that. Maybe I don't hate it as much as I like to say I do.
It's raining again. I could hear the droplets shriek onto the window pane and cry silently when they traced down the glass. Rain makes me depressed. I put in a CD. I'm listening to Tech N9ne, my favorite rap artist. I'm not much of a rap listener, but then again I'm not much of a poem reader or writer.
Days like this put me in a thoughtful, brooding mood. I crave an ice cold beer, in a glass so I don't have to taste the tin when I put a can to my lips. I also crave a cigarette but I've been doing so good at keeping from smoking, it'd be retarded to start up again. The dreams I've been having swirl around in my head, they won't leave me alone. I wake up feeling distant from the world, disconnected from everything and everyone.
Everyone is different.
Some people are strange.
Some are boring.
I seem to be a mixture of everything.
Your blog, from "It's raining again" to end, was poetry in itself.. it was the most beautiful thing I've read in a long time. I understand your beef with poetry, I too had a constant loathing for the art. I never understood it, I found it pretentious and ridiculous and quite honestly, meaningless. And then I discovered poets like Sylvia Plath Richard Brautigan and ultimately, Charles Bukowski. They changed me.
ReplyDeleteIf someone asked me to write a haiku or a poem using heptameter or cinquain, I'd tell them to fuck off because I don't even know what those things mean. In my opinion this is what turns people off.. rules, structure, format, etc. That's the type of poetry we had forced down our throats in grade school. Fitting, since society likes to fit us all into neat little complimentary boxes.
Here, try this:
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain (by Richard Brautigan)
Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsichord.
I want high school report cards
to look like this:
Playing with Gentle Glass Things
A
Computer Magic
A
Writing Letters to Those You Love
A
Finding out about Fish
A
Marcia’s Long Blonde Beauty
A+!
Ahhhh, now THAT is poetry! P.S. I'm pulling for you on the whole cigarette thing.. I recently started back again after a two year hiatus. Insert frowny face here --->
P.S.S. I'm a little curious, which poet did you almost get caught reading? ;-) And... was he/she worth it?
ReplyDeleteI love the camera poetry that you write so eloquently.
ReplyDeleteAnd some poetry is gay.
Believe it or not, I became a poet on purpose! I have been writing since I was about 17, and it was a great way to deal with the thoughts I couldn't share with others at the time, and it became a very good healing tool for me, and now a way to share my heart with those I love! Just saying something to say it is no challenge... making it a beautiful expression of a mundane event is the challenge... Your pictures are the way your poetry is expressed, Kristopher and Laurel use art to express, and I paint in words! It's no fun to just put life out in boredom! That's why I think we were born with artistic hearts!
ReplyDeleteMick: I'm not telling who the poet is. It's a secret.
ReplyDeleteUncle Bruce: :D Thanks for leaving a comment, I always smile when you leave something for me. :)
Not much of a poetry reader? Perhaps you haven't yet found poetry that turns you on..
ReplyDeleteI hope someday soon you find it! Then we can be in the same club:)