Bullwinkle, appreciating the hell out some poetry.
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Every now and again, when I’m feeling intellectually illiterate or a
bit lowbrow (anyone who has read this blog to any extent can understand
how frequently that may be) I will resolve the feeling by appreciating
poetry.
I just head to my closet, yank out my poetry sack, pull out a big wad of poetry, and appreciate the hell out of it.
Note: my poetry sack also serves as a repository for random unmatched socks.
When appreciating poetry in a right and proper way, there are a few things that are key:
Comprehension
If you can even remotely understand the meaning of a poem, it isn’t a
proper poem. Poems tend to be vague or nebulous. Poets like to throw
around a dizzying menagerie of random imagery, designed to confuse and
disorient. If you’ve just finished reading a poem and you haven’t
vomited in your mouth a bit, it isn’t proper poetry.
Symbolism
When a poet writes a poem about a leaf being blown from a tree,
falling to the ground, and being trampled underfoot, he’s not actually
writing about a leaf being blown from a tree, falling to the ground, and
being trampled underfoot.
The leaf represents hopelessness, and the futility of a life marred
by series of tragic events. The leaf being blown from the tree
represents a life spiralling into an alcohol fueled abyss of despair.
The leaf being trampled underfoot represents the crushing weight of an
uncaring world and inevitable grip of death.
A morbid bunch–poets.
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