i honestly can’t understand how anyone reads this and thinks it’s of quality at all. this is just prose that’s enjambed and passed off as poetry, and it’s not interesting prose even.
if we consider a few elements of poetry - imagery, phrasing, word choice, arc of composition - there’s nothing that comes close to utitlizing them technically: no images, static phrases that do nothing but move the reader through the mundane story (which, in itself, is a flat line), boring and simple word choices that illicit no metaphors, and an overall arc that fizzles out before it even starts! even if we were to argue this poem is pulling off a “style”, it wouldn’t work because it stylistically has nothing that distinguishes it - again, citing the lack of technique.
what kills me about the world today is people actually revere shit like this as art, as poetry, as hip, quality, good, affirming etc. and it’s so clearly not! shouldn’t we demanded more of ourselves as an audience than to settle for this? shouldn’t we, as artists, demand more of ourselves than to pass off our un-technical attempts as art? shouldn’t we demand more quality in general?
this is not to say that we need set-in-stone definitions and guidelines for what is/isn’t art, nor that we all have to like the same art; but we should know what constitutes good art, what the elements of art are, and be able to understand and appreciate them so that we may discern between quality, good, enriching art and lame, boring, and bad art.
if you read Margaret Atwood, John Berryman, T.S Eliot, W.H Auden, e.e cummings, Randall Jarrell, Robert Creeley, you will immediately recognize the difference in quality. now, obviously, i don’t expect what i read on tumblr to be as good as these momentous poets, but it could be so much better!
Correct me if i’m wrong but I want to say that you’re frustrated that people are sharing this instead of the timeless/classic/powerful writings that have come before us, roots. I do not hope to start an argument but I do want to understand and perhaps debate a little. my opinion is that if someone wants to even try to write creatively they should do so just because it can be a therapeutic release. However I do feel that people should try to practice restraint and try to share “works” that are genuine.
I am not a very good musician but I find a sort of solace in playing music, I try to only use up recording time on my best work/ideas and I try not to force it on others, but I believe it’s good to doodle. I have a firm belief that everyone should try scribbling in a notebook from time to time, not so much for anyone else but just for themselves. Heck, I think everyone should try painting or drawing even if it doesn’t appeal to them. I like thinking about typefaces and looking at them but they will never be the unique thing that our own imperfect handwriting is. it makes me sad that handwriting is becoming a thing of the past.
we can type so fast and use so many words to describe everything we feel and think but at the same time we’re getting away from how powerful and beautiful a simple yet well thought out line of words can be. Even now with every word I type I feel like I’m pinning down a butterfly, each word becoming increasingly more tacky. I digress.
I try to acknowledge the fact that when I contribute something to the internet that I should try and not over saturate the internet with things that are maybe a little poor with effort in fear of wasting people’s time. I have a kind of weakness for wanting to empathize with my fellow human so when I look at something like this “poem” I can at least appreciate it on the basic level of an attempt at expression, it’s someone trying to convey a certain feeling that maybe some people can relate to, we all have our bad days and sometimes we don’t know what to do in order to make ourselves feel better. I think maybe all you can do is try to give some constructive criticism and hope it does that person some good.
tl;dr I am happy to be following a person on tumblr that enjoys guitar as much or more than myself but consider the fact that whoever wrote this “poem” is “trying”, please don’t hate me, I try to revere the classics as well
I don’t understand racism, sexism, I literally don’t understand hate… and I don’t understand blame and I don’t understand how there are people who don’t favor love, justice, and/or peace over war I literally am terrified of this world and having to grow up in it..
I wish I could answer your question, I am just starting to get into Tim’s work and Mark is a new player to me.
I just want to jam some tunes in this room, is that so much to ask?
Adelheid dir. František Vláčil (1970, Czechoslovakia)
Booty had me like
Moebius ~ “Crystals”
— Brian Lord.org (via wonderwoundedhearers)