Poetry is something I suffered through in college, which is frightening when you consider that I was an English Lit major. Really the only poetry class I remember attending regularly was a comparative literature class (Wordsworth and some dead white English dude) being taught by a really hot, brunette 26-year-old professor. Even then I only made it to mid-terms before I began skipping class in earnest. Other than that I remember nada…zilch.
Since college I’ve intermittently tried to read some poetry just to see if my tastes in literature have changed since then (they haven’t) only to discover that poetry still bores me silly. I’m probably just not smart enough to get it, but for whatever reason I just can’t do it.
Well, today bookofjoe had a poem by Kenneth Koch that I both "got" and enjoyed. You can read it here, and I can actually say I recommend it. Will the wonders of blogging ever cease?
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The Blogosphere is secretly being taken over by poets and I’m in on the conspiracy.
Ah, Billy I should have thought about you. You know I actually enjoy your stuff but I guess I’m showing my old English-lit bias. I think of it more as folk literature (that’s a good thing) kind of in the same genre as folk music. But you know, it really is still poetry so I should revise my post to say that I’ve voluntarily read a traditional dead-white-guy poem:)