Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
No editing is allowed… (painful for me… I usually proofread a post 20 times…)
This week, the prompt is ‘psst‘ (or any other attention-getting noise or word)…
Psst… I’ve got a secret. I’m not sure if this is embarrassing… I’m not sure if it makes me look hypocritical… or just dumb. I’ve debated sharing this secret for a long time. Are you ready? Here it is…
I don’t get poetry.
I write it… but I don’t get it. Maybe my poetry is totally pedestrian. Maybe that’s why I get my own. But when I read others’ poetry? Most of the time I feel like an idiot. Total moron. I never even liked poetry. I remember having to read it for school. I had to consult the oracle to understand some of it.
Maybe that’s why I was so hesitant to start that poetry Blogging U course way back in Dec 2015. That and my utter lack of confidence. Before that, I barely ever wrote poetry. Just some really angst-y, embarrassing high school junk. Most of which is truly horrific.
But when I read poetry, I feel like so much of it is packed with ‘big words’ (many of which seem to be there just to be there… not because they really fit… at least in my not-so-worthy opinion)… or it’s loaded with metaphors so enigmatic that I have no idea what the fuck I’m reading.
[If you’d like to read my analysis of the types of poets, please do. For a laugh, if nothing else.]
Am I a moron? Sometimes, I wonder. Which is crazy because by all accounts (and tests and shit), I’m far more intelligent than the average human. (Oh my! Was that confidence?? I wouldn’t know it if it bit me in the ass.)
The thing is… I get music. Lyrics, I mean. I understand what I hear… and lyrics are often the biggest factor in whether or not I like a song. That’s poetry, isn’t it? So maybe it’s just certain kinds of poetry that leave me feeling dumb.
So… that’s my secret. I read a lot of poetry around here… and I support my fellow poets. Sometimes, I get it… I identify with it and everything. But, damn, sometimes, I wonder if I’m just a hack because I’m, like, ‘WTF was that?’
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