Poetry
So today in English, my teacher asked if anyone liked poetry, and I was one of the only two people who raised a hand in response, so he asked me to name a poet I like, and I was like “Um…I like Emily Dickinson” I guess because I used one of her poems for something in my creative writing class a week or so ago and it was the most recent poem in my mind… But seriously? I’m so bad at answering questions like that. There are a bunch of poets I like more than I like Emily Dickinson.
Edgar Allan Poe, for example. Come on, now. I’m appalled I didn’t name him instead of Emily freaking Dickinson.
I like pretty much all poetry, even stuff that’s a bit dry. I shall now hunt for poetry in my room…
Tim Burton. He’s excellent. Gotta love The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy. All of Lewis Carroll’s poems are brilliant, too. As you might be able to guess, “The Walrus and the Carpenter” is a favorite of mine.
I got a book of Audre Lorde poems at a Christmas bazaar at a church once. It was good - a bit different from the poetry I tend to read. I enjoyed it. Sadly, I can’t recall any particular poem that left a very big impression on me.
Ah, Maya Angelou. “Caged Bird.” Must I say more?
Let’s see. Runny Babbit by Shel Silverstein… Dorothy Parker, William Butler Yeats, Robert Burns, Walt Whitman, and a couple of “best poetry of year such-and-such” books. Looks like that’s it, besides a binder of faery poems I collected for an English project freshman year. William Allingham, Lewis Carroll, Jane Yolen, Neil Gaiman, Fiona Macleod, William Butler Yeats, and Lord Alfred Tennyson are all in there. So yeah.
Don’t get me wrong. I do like Emily Dickinson. I haven’t read a ton of her stuff, though. “My life closed twice before it’s close” is good.
I don’t get how someone can dislike poetry. There are so many different kinds. It’s like saying you don’t like to read. You might think you don’t like poetry, but you just haven’t found The Perfect Poem yet. Once you find one you really like or really get, you’ll end up finding more, and it will be wonderful and magical and all sorts of other delightful things.
Bloody guts
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P.S. I’ve been told by three separate people on three separate occasions that I look like Emily Dickinson. So yeah. That’s interesting…?
P.P.S. Please enjoy Marilyn Manson’s version of the rowing song from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. (Does it actually have a title? The interwebz gave me conflicting answers.)
