Poetry is not dead, it’s resting!

Alot of people are saying that poetry is dead.

A look around here and would would likely think so, or turn on the t.v. to watch the news and see images of war, murder, rape, hate crimes, etc. In a world gone so mad it would seem poetry is indeed dead.

Ask people exactly what killed poetry and you’ll get a lot of different answers. Lack of interest? Lack of compassion? Mtv? People like me?

Duane Locke said the great destoyers of poetry were poetry editors and university professors. Could it be?

The fact is poetry is not dead, it is not dying, and probably will not for a long, long time. The sheer amount of people discussing poetry and it’s demise, writing poetry, blogging on poetry, is a testament to this.

I’m into quite a few beers now and I’m rambling…. but I’ll tell you why. I’ve been thinking alot today of my own life and my own writing and my obsession. I’ve realized what the death of poetry is to me, and it is none of the things mentioned above.

The death of poetry is inhibition.
Poetry is, of course, a tool of many different meaning. for many different people. Poetry like all written word is about communication. It is self expression. It is totally honest ugly or beautiful truth. Whatever you think, inhibition kills all.

I have become inhibited. You get published here and there, and you start to feel inhibition. You start to labor over every word, you worry if whatever you write is good enough. You start to think about silly things like self image, you start to fret and question over every single thing you write, from forum posts to what you write on a personal blog.

It’s a trap, and I wonder how many writers fall prey to this?

I don’t know, my point is from here on out I am back on track and writing for the pure personal joy of it. It may not always be good, but it will always be honest.
And I don’t care about public image. I don’t care what you think, I don’t care what other writers or editors think. Life is short, I don’t have time for bullshit.

Of course, I’m drunk…. I could wake up and delete this whole post with one click.

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Author: wayne

Writer. Noise Artist.

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