the poets. You. Me. Us. What does it mean to the poet to write and more importantly, what does it mean to those who choose to read it. I say ‘choose’ to read it, because unlike a great deal of genre fiction or non fiction, poetry is not a consumer driven, mass produced mental fast food for short attention spans. Poetry has endured against incredible odds. I liken it to classical music, in that it is the building block of all modern writing and therefore a relic that is far from dead. So, you may be wondering, what brought this on Val? It’s Saturday for chrissake, take a breath will ya.
I will, but not before I give you a link to an always thought provoking blog, written by an intelligent and talented Aussie blogger/poet/philosopher, Brad AKA Maekitso
If you are a poet, go there and leave a comment after reading what he has to say. If you are a reader, go there and leave a comment on what he has to say.
Here is what I feel about it:
Poetry is the arrangement of feelings and experiences in an order the non poets can relate to and comprehend. It is the interpreter of a higher law that is ever changing, or as Shelley said, much better than my peasant self ever could, “Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. If it divides people it is working. If it unifies people it is working. All that matters is that the words are not inert, but then based on the ever changing nature of human emotion and experience, a group force always moving toward a passionate unknown source, that would be patently impossible wouldn’t it?
Happy Saturday scribes and readers, much love to you all. 🙂