:: Idle Neurosis ::

:: Thursday, January 30, 2003 ::

i'm getting a little frustrated with my poetry class...and here's why-- i thought i had poetry figured out. now i'm left with questions such as 'what the hell is poetry?' and 'who is really poetic?'. well, i officially have no clue so don't expect any answers. not that there is an answer. if poetry is art, and art has no limits, then poetry is everything. but if poetry is everything, then poetry is nothing ( you can see why i'm confusing myself). what makes a poem a poem? since there is an infinite number of styles of poetry, how is that you can recongnize it as a poem and not a really good paragraph or just another creative piece of writing? i'm even questioning the translated works of Rumi and Neruda...as talented as they may seem we can't truly know the meaning behind their words because it has been translated. anyone who speaks a different language knows that translations can never come out as intended in their original tongue. the translated works are still good, but are they a true reflection of the actual poet? all i know is that there cannot be a set definition as to what poetry is. you can throw out ideas that poetry must contain rhythm or description, structure or flow, but in the end only the individual receiving the poem can decide what is poetic and what is not. just as in painting, some view abstract painting as hight art, while some view it as an outlet for the talentless. then again only the creator of the poem can decide if it's a poem. all we can do is know what makes a poem 'good' or 'bad' to us. i'm sorry for rambling.....my thoughts are just all over the place...i'm sure i'll have clearer thoughts as the class progresses.

reading: nickel and dimed
stellar lady:: naughti 11:34 AM [+] ::
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