Saturday, March 21, 2020

Poetic Anything

Poetic Anything


I can't put it past myself to notice that alot of the poetry that i read, and enjoy reading these days, and make myself; in the technical essence of the material, is not poetic at all. The poetry i read: Dosn't rhyme. Dosn't follow a set code within the verses or lines of the stanza. Dosn't have a parameter, or really have any sort of defining form to it.
So the question has to run across my mind. Am i really reading poetry?
My Eleventh Grade English Teacher, Ms.Commely(Co`mb-eh-Lee) was strictly specific when she taught her classes students the art of writing "Poetry". To her, poetry wasn't poetry unless it followed a very specific set guidelines for the format of the words dispensed in any sort of poetic work. To her, All Poetry must
1. have a certain amount of syllables.
2. follow to the letter, the holy guidelines of the impossible rule of "iambic pentameter"
3. And lastly, but not leastly(as this was vital, and would decide whether a certain student of hers named "zac" would get a c- or an f++) Poetry MUST rhyme!
These three rules. Along with forced readings and essay writings of Shakespeare, ensured that i hated poetry, by the time that i had finished my third year of publicital school.
And i really did.
And i still kindve do... in the Areas of Poetry that still hold those rules mentioned above to be the salt and bread of the Literary world. Places like Shakespears "Macbeth",.. and Chaucers "Canterbury Tales".
Those are the sorts of writings made in History, that are looked at, idolized, and referred to by English officials all over the board, to be "Perfect works of Art". Writings that exemplify the traits of what "true" poetry looks like. "True" Literary Writing.
But it was after that i got out of public school, and started reading for myself, various sorts of readings and literary materials; readings and materials that were looked over and revised before hand by myself, and confirmed to be things that i would enjoy reading all the way through; That i discovered many writings from other sorts of poets and writers that followed no sorts of rules at all.
Writings that,
Without having any sort of prearranged form, or set standard of writing, conveyed more conceptual thought, feeling, and inspiration than i had ever been transeived in all those hours of that entire 7 months of Pre-AP English with Mrs.Commely.
Writers like Lemoney Snickett, and Lewis Carrol were by themselves were probably soley responsible for the style of a large majority of stuff i made when i first started writing, while just coming into my first college.
And those writings were basically what became my basis for writing seriously at all.
Writer's who were actually known for their lack of correct formatting.
Writer's who made their professions, breaking the long kept, long enforced rules of writing.
And here it is that i come to the point of what im trying to say.
And that is...
I think now... with the readings of poetry that has no sort of parameter, or stanza, or rhyme.. I am still reading poetry
that is more poetic,
than any "correct" or "perfect" poetry that i will will ever read in my life.
People have something to say. So they say it.
Just like that. It's simple.
No Jump Ropes. No Chutes and Ladders. No Complex Fences or Walls that seem to take the place of the ground and mandate that we walk through King Menos's Labryinth for a couple of years before we can even finish 1 friggen sentence.
No. Instead.
I'm reading poetry that gets straight to the point. Puts in plain english, in regular type, on a regular sheet of digital paper exactly what it is they are thinking or feeling about. And Honestly. Truley. How could anything be more poetic than that?

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