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Why Poetry Sucks...







 A strange post from a poet you might say. But suck it does and I’m going to tell you why.




  • There’s several reasons. The first being that the Poetry world is as conservative and insular as The Civil War Widow’s Quilt Creating Club (though they probably had many members). Too many have specific ideas about what Poetry should be, when it really can be anything it wants to be. The majority of publications, particularly the larger mainstream ones and the ones funded by Arts Grants, expect a certain type of hidden meaning, i.e. only the author can understand, or those with the exceptionally high intellect, or so they would have you believe.






  •      They also require a certain amount of words that no one will understand unless they look it up, while pretending they didn't find it in the thesaurus to begin with.  This is called intellectual snobbery. Words such as Tintinnabulation, usufruct, perspicacity, mondaine, gasconading and my favourite, sesquipedalian, which literally means a person who likes to use big words.




How can young people and new readers embrace poetry if they can’t relate to it? And no that does not mean making it angst ridden, slash your wrists style navel stabbing. Poetry needs to pull its collective head out of its ass.





  • Also the subject matter has to favour these well, subjects. You see, I could have looked up an alternate word there with heftier emphasis on my supposed intelligence, thus elevating this post and the entire website. But I won’t. Landscapes, birds, the politically oppressed, the sexually oppressed, i.e. feminism, any type of political correctness or where the poet takes the higher ground as after all, they are poets; love, especially the unrequited kind, but the most favoured are those whereupon no one really knows what the fuck you’re talking about but it’s got enough big words and sentence breaks to appear impressive. In other words, Poetry is restrictive.

                


  • The other main reason why Poetry sucks is that, well, no one reads it, only other Poets. Poetry is consumed by those wanting to write it or copy it or who do actually appreciate it, but those readers who are not poets themselves are rarer than an honest real estate agent. Go into any bookstore and ask for the poetry section. A lot of stores won’t have one, and if they do, it will be small. Being a poet sucks the most, as few publishers will even take on a Poet. They’re not publishing it because no one reads it, and if you do happen to find one, well, good luck, because what they’re looking for is… well, read the first section again.


                      
                                  If you're famous, you're in! Even if it's shite.
                       





















This, my friends, is why Poetry sucks big fleecy dogs balls. There’s no variety, no spice and no one willing to take a risk to publish those writers who do try to do something different and more accessible, which may even, God forbid, spread the amount of people willing to read and purchase Poetry.




Yet it continues to remain as insular and dull as it has mostly been for hundreds of years, save a few who managed to leave an imprint, ironically, those who did something bold and managed to get it out there through a close contact (Sylvia Plath), luck and dogged determination (Charles Bukowski) or the fact that they were already dead (Emily Dickenson).

She must be good. She's dead.


Yep, it’s a frustrating shit fight if you’re a poet, but while the heart beats and bleeds, the words will keep a coming. Just don’t expect anyone to read it. Ah, it sucks alright…I know I excogitate, please excuse my concupiscent circumlocution. 




My theory on the Bullshit Fiction Writing Style of  Show vs Tell.

My Poetry Book, Caged Without Walls.

Some of my Poetry











Elusive riches discovered




Hi Friends,







I have a poem published in the Summer Edition of Gold Dust out of the UK.
It's called Elusive Riches. Irony? Hmmm.


You can read it online here:
http://issuu.com/golddust/docs/25_v06_covers_small


or order a cheap print copy here:
http://www.golddustmagazine.co.uk/


          

I hope you'll swing by.


 More Poetry. 




Guts








(Don’t) Let it all hang out


Claude Monet
There is something about art
Whether it’s a sketch
Or a poem
Or a film
That garners respect
With time
Suckled and Savoured
Like a fine wine
Because most people
Critics and consumers alike
Don’t know a good thing
When they see it
Preferring to allow time
To be the judge
Rather than risk
Putting their opinion
On the line.












Almost goes without saying but all of the above were not appreciated in their day. And there are many, more, too many to list. Perhaps a post for another day.

More Poetry here.

Ask - and you shall Not receive





Waiting...


All Good Things Do Not Come to Those Who Wait








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Anthony J. Langford

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