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Poetry
By Maria Alexander
Author of At Louche Ends: Poetry for the Decadent, the Damned & the Absinthe-Minded
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It intimidates you.
Im not sure when poetry grew the stubble and fists of
Jason Statham, but it intimidates a lot of people. Maybe its all those Shakespearean sonnets if thats what you think of when someone mentions poetry, Im sorry. Truly. Youre afraid you wont understand it, so you avoid it. I get it. I do. Have you tried a little Ambrose Bierce or even Neruda? I recommend avoiding the hard stuff and starting with
gateway poets. Because if you pick up any of those 17thcentury poets, youre bound to hurt your brain. Also? Theyre boring as all hell. Why would anyone put themselves through that kind of torture? You ask, But isnt William Blake, like, famous and stuff? Sure, but hes guaranteed to give you an intellectual concussion if youre not accustomed to the work of that era. Instead, pop the top on some more poets with more modern sensibilities and relax. Good poetry wont wear you down. It feeds your soul in a way that nothing else does.
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wacky musicians like Tori Amos, Kate Bush, The Cocteau Twins, Lisa Gerard, or even foreign bands like Rammstein or that crazy Jay-Pop chick with the big eyelashes. Or opera. You have no hope of ever understanding that lot, but you listen to them all the same. Its because you like the sound of the music, right? Think of poetry that way. Even if the overall concept doesnt click, youll like the music of the words and images. As T.S. Eliot once said thats the dude who wrote the poems that inspired the
musical Cats, but please dont hold that against him Genuine poetry can communicate before its understood. That said, good poetry tends to make sense. Unless it was written in an era with a lot of fairly incomprehensible archaic references, it damn well should be understandable. If not, its probably shit. I mean, seriously, were trying to communicate, right? What good is it if its just a bunch of blather? None. None good, thats what.
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Its bad.
Chances are, if youve been run over by a poem on Teh
Intarwebs, it left wide black tread marks on your forehead. The word awful doesnt begin to describe what hit you. This happens because people think poetry is easy to write. There are so few words involved, they think, Hey! I can do that! So they duct tape together a bunch of mismatched metaphors that proceed to lope out of quasi-stanzas like something from The Island of Dr. Moreau. They pepper their verses with words even they dont understand because they sound cool. And then they chop up the lines after every few words so that it looks good and poetical and stuff. But mostly they emote. Oscar Wilde once said that, All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. And if theres
something amateur poets have, its plenty of genuine feeling. Multiply this times elebenty-hundred-thousands to the giga-power and that should give you some idea of your chances of finding something like this again on the Internets. No wonder you dont want to read poetry. The solution? Ask people you know who read poetry what they like. Get recommendations. If they say, My friend Arnie Humplegger who only publishes on his MySpace blog...But! Hes really, really gooood, back away quickly. Or, when someone hands your their Goth girlfriends self-published collection of verse entitled, Batwings and Other Black Things...RUN. But if they say, Shes been publishing for a while now, especially since she spent time at that Nicaraguan village during her Peace Corps days. Man, shes amazing! Chances are thats someone who has spent more time living in the world than gazing at their lint-clogged navel or checking every ten seconds to see if someone Liked their poem on Facebook.
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cool, either. They told you poetry sucks. Some of them might even have thick black tread marks on their foreheads. Or they were traumatized in college by reading Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder or Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. Dont listen to your friends! Chances are they have Wordsworth Poisoning.
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Not Really.
10 Reasons You HATE Poetry
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quantities of al-kee-hawl to his writing. Sometimes this worked and his poems were mind-bogglingly brilliant. And then sometimes it just looks like some fat-naked-drunk dude is shouting through his typewriter. Maybe you read one of his louder poems and wondered if all modern poetry read like a street brawl with nose bleeds and pissed pants. Or thought, Man! Modern poetry has a big case of The Weird. Or whatever. Like the tequila that you blacked out on, you wont touch it again.
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first exposure to poetry back in the day had been something awesome say, Edgar Allan Poe, bawdy Baudelaire or, hell, some Bruce Boston circa 1990 in Fantasy & Science Fiction Magazine then you might have gotten a taste for great dark poetry.
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write. The life so short, the craft so long to learn. Just to be clear: the man who wrote The Canterbury Tales thought poetry was hella hard to write. Its as hard as anything else to write, if not harder, because theres so much weight on every word. As a result, reading a poem is much more like eating an amuse bouche or one of many courses at top-shelf restaurants like The French Laundry or LAtelier de Jol Robuchon. The dish might be small, but its exquisitely constructed, like an edible gem, with complex flavors that sing madrigals in your mouth. You fill up faster than youd think with each course, too, because the food is so rich. But people dont want to savor literary morsels. That requires too much concentration. They want to wolf down every paragraph like a Big Mac and just get to the good bits the gore, sex, midget wrestling, whatever. People prefer to skim rather than focus. Is it a byproduct of our electronic age or old-fashioned impatience? I dunno but too much MacDoo will give you a fat brain. Have a poem instead!
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Its for people who have pulled the stick out of their ass. Its for the living, the drinking, the damned, the fighting, the lusting, the loving anyone who has opened their heart and had it knuckle-punched until it bled. Its for thinkers, believers, skeptics, and plotters. If you have no sense of humor, dont bother picking up a book of verse, because poets are pranksters. Yet you must let them steer, otherwise youll resist the ride and miss out on something wonderful. So pour yourself a cocktail, get comfortable, and starting loving it.
Maria Alexander is a fiction writer and poet who lives in Los Angeles with three ungrateful cats and purse called Trog. Review her literary rap sheet at www.thehandlesspoet.com.