I find poetry beautiful but pointless. I don't see what purpose it serves in society. I've always found it quite pompous when one refers to oneself as a poet because one’s proficiency in poetry shouldn't really come down to the ability to make one’s sentences rhyme with one another, should it? Surely the opinions of those reading your work should have a say in deciding whether you could be considered a poet? That's just my opinion. Moreover, I happen to find the analysis of poetry to be quite futile too considering that, majority of the time, the analysis does not have the seal of approval of the author. My interpretation of a poem could differ to that of another person's. It's all terribly subjective and I'm not just using that as an excuse not to read poetry. I just don't see a need to analyse and scrutinise poems.
Currently, modern-day hipsters are making an even bigger mockery of the art form by sullying the internet with blogs containing laughable posts paying ‘homage’ to EE Cummings - newly-crowned Quasi-God of all things indie - in addition to offering us their pitiful pieces of poetry. The latter, surprisingly, angers me more than the former as I don't believe that the legacy and legend of EE Cummings can be besmirched by these neanderthals. It is the artifice and reoccurring themes in most of their poetry that over-indulged bourgeoisie kids who happen to think that the answers to their living hell lie in over-sized clothing, marijuana and Mumford & Sons. I went to a private school after all!
After the above rant, you'd swear I'd never paste or let alone write a poem on this blog then? Wrong. Well, sort of. I don't plan on writing my own poetry per se, but I do have a number of extremely short stories if you like, which I wish to post on my blog for flamboyancy, among other things. No, not really. I make a joke. About flamboyancy that is. I hate to contradict myself, so absurdly in this instance, but in my defence (I’m practically staging a debate against myself!), I'm not here to communicate some cryptic or deep message to greater society because I realise that there are more pressing things to which people have to attend. It is simply a case of me clearing my mind of clutter. Lately I've been over-thinking, over-analysing and over-everything-ing profusely. And though I should not put my issues on other people, I need to put my mind out of its misery and so I will have to subject internet-users to the rubbish dump that is my brain at times. I apologise but in life, one has to be selfish and self-seeking so hypocrisy prevails over my better judgement here. Do try your utmost best to find some enjoyment in my stuff.
Thank you and again, apologies.
