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I think it's because some of us write poetry on automatic, and maybe we don't even read poetry that much. We throw out our lines, but we want to fish, and not sometimes get caught on anothers' lines.
I think the problem with breaking the atmosphere of "respectful silence" (I think of it as "beat"--criminy, if someone's down, don't comment, just post "snap, snap, snap". Be sure to use the "sarcasm" smiley if you don't mean it) is it might invite a "savaging" once one unloads one's own recent ugly baby. Poets are wired differently, I think, regarding poetry. It's personal, in a way so much else isn't. We know we can't convey all of our experiences or necessarily make the best argument this way, or state some staggering truth--
Sometimes all we do is what ol' Chuck Bukowski might have considered a beer fart. But I'd like to think my beer farts are precious. Maybe we all do. So we don't design to tell anyone else where they fell short. So never mind me, I'm on to display my most recent late-term abortionbeer fart and if someone here responds it probably will have the same impact on me as my last whiskey and soda did.
It will either make me stronger or destroy my liver. I have onions on the pan at the ready to eat my long-soaked vital organ my own self. My ofering being doggerel and deliberately so--so there!And about something serious!
And showmanship! And I write poetry because I have to not because I want to--who's with me?
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