I never really understood poetry, never understood the appeal. Like a month ago, I finally read a poem that just… moved me. I wondered if maybe it was just the one. This one did the same with just that last line. Guess I’ve been just reading awful poetry every time I had “tried” it in the past. Well, hot dog, a whole new fucking world!
It’s an acquired taste, and honestly some of it that is critically acclaimed does nothing for me. But when I find ones that really do it for me it’s such a joy. Glad you’re joining the team.
Yeah, I’ve always been super into music, so I thought it was weird that it didn’t seem to translate. Like you, I think the critically acclaimed shit just ain’t it for me. Which, now that I think about it, my music taste is for the most part not even kinda mainstream so I probably should have made that connection before. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
I think the best music has kind of a poetic nature to it; like Neko Case’s music. I want the lyrics to make images light up in my head.
If you don’t mind sharing, what was the other poem?
Oh! Glad you asked. It was The Harlem Dancer by Claude McKay. First poem that finally hit me in my life.
I imagine in a time where reading books was the main leisure activity poems where like scrolling instagram or tiktok.
Wow, what a gut punch.
Reminded me of this pilot’s saying:It's better to be on the ground Wishing you were up in the air Than to be up in the air Wishing you were on the groundOoh that’s good!
Thank you for sharing OP. You subverted my expectations.
I’m glad!