Poemety
So this heartthrob violin genius pretended to be a street musician during rush hour in DC and got ignored. More impressive than that is how long of a freaking article they were able to write about it. Actually it's a good article, but damn.
Takeaway bulletpoint: it made me regret not pursuing the writing of poetry. When I was a teenager, I wrote buckets and buckets of the stuff. Rhyming, freeform, metered, in Algoquin. I just wrote. Most people thought it was pretty good, too. I say "most people" because I think I showed it to the short majority of the world's population. I wanted everyone to see. Partly I was showing off but partly I think people want to share. I think I just described the mindset of the slam set.
Anyway I didn't write poetry in college. When I came back to the idea of trying to crank out some verse, I got intimidated. High School kids are overflowing with overemoting. They can be unabashed at anything, especially if it involves FEELING. But there's this whole grown-up-only world of poetry that I don't think I am properly trained to be a part of. I know what an iamb is, but I don't know. When I was a kid, I got off to a good start, feedback-wise. Everyone was positive, it built my confidence, I did more, people continued to be positive. Looking out over the world of adult poetry [hot gerund-on-gerund action!], criticism is rampant, not necessarily constructive, either. It's intimidating.
Maybe there's a trick?
Starting was the easy part
I think, I don't recall though.
and coasting seems a simple task as well
but lately it's been questioned
and i think it bears examining
how am I to know when I am done?
What are the rules about this place?
they must be posted somewhere
codified and written down at least.
getting dusty, rotting some
just around the edges
but still I would appreciate a peek.
Is this the end? Or maybe now?
Are we even going somewhere
together in this handbasket of ours?
I mean "I" not "we", mine not ours
unless there's someone else
I haven't been advised of steering.
actually, that makes it clear.
Takeaway bulletpoint: it made me regret not pursuing the writing of poetry. When I was a teenager, I wrote buckets and buckets of the stuff. Rhyming, freeform, metered, in Algoquin. I just wrote. Most people thought it was pretty good, too. I say "most people" because I think I showed it to the short majority of the world's population. I wanted everyone to see. Partly I was showing off but partly I think people want to share. I think I just described the mindset of the slam set.
Anyway I didn't write poetry in college. When I came back to the idea of trying to crank out some verse, I got intimidated. High School kids are overflowing with overemoting. They can be unabashed at anything, especially if it involves FEELING. But there's this whole grown-up-only world of poetry that I don't think I am properly trained to be a part of. I know what an iamb is, but I don't know. When I was a kid, I got off to a good start, feedback-wise. Everyone was positive, it built my confidence, I did more, people continued to be positive. Looking out over the world of adult poetry [hot gerund-on-gerund action!], criticism is rampant, not necessarily constructive, either. It's intimidating.
Maybe there's a trick?
Starting was the easy part
I think, I don't recall though.
and coasting seems a simple task as well
but lately it's been questioned
and i think it bears examining
how am I to know when I am done?
What are the rules about this place?
they must be posted somewhere
codified and written down at least.
getting dusty, rotting some
just around the edges
but still I would appreciate a peek.
Is this the end? Or maybe now?
Are we even going somewhere
together in this handbasket of ours?
I mean "I" not "we", mine not ours
unless there's someone else
I haven't been advised of steering.
actually, that makes it clear.