Poetry

Current Mood/Status: I should just take this part out of my post template; I rarely have anything of interest to say.
Currently Doing: Havng a relatively unbusy night! Yes!
Song of the Day: The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts, Sufjan Stevens

So in Wheeler English, we're doing Romantic poetry stuff right now--English stuff from shortly after their civil war. It typically deals with nature and childhood innocence as two of the most desired things in our world, or something. Well, Davis and I were bashing it earlier today because it was taking itself too far and absurdly seriously; throwing around ideas like the sublime splendor of nature--and how it's directly tied into the soul of man. Or that beautifully flowing river over there--which runs through and ties into our hearts. It...well, it also threw around vagueries like that, pivoting on the idea that nature's the greatest thing there is, and due to our intimacy with it, so are people, but...I didn't like it.

While I was reading, though (or perhaps after class or something), how poets actually write finally kind of dawned on me, ish. Even though, in Mark's words, some of us are kind of poetically challenged in a semantic dyslexia sort of way and simply have a terrible time of understanding or even paying attention to the vast majority of it (especially whenever it's in meter or rhyme).

Well so, it's nothing terribly earthshatter; more of an analogy that helps me sympathise with those who can actually write more than prose. So very often (indeed, virtually every sentence that I write) words come to me of their own accord, in sequence, and in inflection. I guess that that's kind of how it works for all writing. But even more often than that, the idea of something pops into my head first, and I turn it over a few times in my head with a few different words, different phrasing; mostly just interchanging synonyms (sometimes homonyms), related words, cliches and common quips, etc.

Hmm...alright, this post is turning out like all too many of my anecdotes otherwise do; I guess that it was a lot more revelatory to me at the time, probably mostly due to a slight shift in perception (paradigm, I could say, but then any of you who took Mr. Berry's Art History for any length of time at all would catch me; things like this). Meh. Well, I guess that this is one of those posts that's more for my own future reading pleasure than much else. Whatever.