For a period of about three years at the end of my teenage experience, I really enjoyed writing poetry. Sometime after that, the frequency of my writing diminished greatly, to the point where it has now been almost two years since I even tried to write a poem (not counting haiku, of which mine are mostly silly).
Lately I have been really wanting to get back into the whole poetry thing, but I haven’t found my avenue yet, or even my dusty side street.
I love words. They fascinate me to no end. When they are used in an interesting way, I feel that all is right with the world. Clever wordery is a balm to my balm-needing thing. Soul. Consider the lines from the new Barenaked Ladies single, “Easy”:
Call it self-defense / You can obfuscate and manipulate, but it’s only at your own expense
How often do you hear the word “obfuscate” used in regular conversation? I think that may be my point, but I’m not entirely sure, as it is past my bedtime and my daughter will be waking me up in about five and a half hours.
Anyway, the point is that I think that reviewing my old poetry and recapturing the things I was feeling at the time I wrote it will help me start writing more often again. So I am going to offer commentary for each of the 54 poems currently published on my site, plus a few others that I have tucked away in some notebooks somewhere. In a hundred years when college students are studying me and how great I was, it will be nice for them to know the real story behind “Aye Chi Monkey,” don’t you think?
I plan on going in order by date written, but I may deviate from that a little bit, depending on how things go. Without further ado, please proceed to the next blog entry. This one is long enough as it is.
There’s a market for poetry commentary, right?
For a period of about three years at the end of my teenage experience, I really enjoyed writing poetry. Sometime after that, the frequency of my writing diminished greatly, to the point where it has now been almost two years since I even tried to write a poem (not counting haiku, of which mine are mostly silly).
Lately I have been really wanting to get back into the whole poetry thing, but I haven’t found my avenue yet, or even my dusty side street.
I love words. They fascinate me to no end. When they are used in an interesting way, I feel that all is right with the world. Clever wordery is a balm to my balm-needing thing. Soul. Consider the lines from the new Barenaked Ladies single, “Easy”:
How often do you hear the word “obfuscate” used in regular conversation? I think that may be my point, but I’m not entirely sure, as it is past my bedtime and my daughter will be waking me up in about five and a half hours.
Anyway, the point is that I think that reviewing my old poetry and recapturing the things I was feeling at the time I wrote it will help me start writing more often again. So I am going to offer commentary for each of the 54 poems currently published on my site, plus a few others that I have tucked away in some notebooks somewhere. In a hundred years when college students are studying me and how great I was, it will be nice for them to know the real story behind “Aye Chi Monkey,” don’t you think?
I plan on going in order by date written, but I may deviate from that a little bit, depending on how things go. Without further ado, please proceed to the next blog entry. This one is long enough as it is.