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March 1, 2007 |
I just can't take it anymore. Modern poetry has put a bullet through my creative heart. A long time ago I fell in love with the written word. Through my years, I've written trashcans full of stories, poems and what-nots. It was a wonderful hobby that taught me to appreciate the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Bob Dylan and Kurt Vonnegut. But now I've fallen on hard times. Through the Writers Almanac I've been hopelessly exposed to modern poetry (I guess that's what it is) and I am so lost. What I feel I see in print there are so many small piles of drivel, devoid of thought or effort, consisting of nothing more than ego. Please forgive me but I feel that what passes as poetry today is usually just a sentence or two chopped up in pieces and arranged in a confusing manner. My dog sheds more poetically. I know I'm doomed forever to writer's hell for questioning the emperor's outfit, but I've now lost the ability to write anything much more than comments to a website. I plead for guidance.
No need to suffer, Mr. S. If your dog is more poetic to you than what you hear on The Writers Almanac, you should spend more time with your dog. It's a free country. Once you're out of high school, nobody is forcing you to pay any attention to poetry at all. You've made up your mind. Stick with it.