How do people enjoy poetry?

[Barnabas]

I am completely untouched by it

When it is read out loud it sounds like blah blah blah to me

And when I read it, I feel like I am wasting my time, because it is not a story, so it is like I am reading nothing

[Zkribbler]

The problem is that most poetry is crap, written by crap writers.

But check out my "18 April 1775" thread on the the History Thread.

[SlowwHand]

Everyone sucks but you, huh? You sound like Asher.

Hurry up, Asher. I have to go back to work.

[Arrian]

Re: How do people enjoy poetry?

Originally posted by Barnabas
I am completely untouched by it

When it is read out loud it sounds like blah blah blah to me

And when I read it, I feel like I am wasting my time, because it is not a story, so it is like I am reading nothing

Generally speaking, that's how I feel about it. Then again, I don't spend any time looking for poetry I like.

-Arrian

[Asher]

Originally posted by SlowwHand
Everyone sucks but you, huh? You sound like Asher.

Hurry up, Asher. I have to go back to work.

Poetry sucks, with the exception of awesome song lyrics.

[Victor Galis]

Sometimes you find something that touches you, sometimes you find something that just sounds good. Most of the time it's crap.

I will say Goethe changed my impressions of German.

[Bugs ****ing Bunny]

Re: How do people enjoy poetry?

Originally posted by Barnabas
And when I read it, I feel like I am wasting my time, because it is not a story

The Horses



Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.
By then we had made our covenant with silence,
But in the first few days it was so still
We listened to our breathing and were afraid.
On the second day
The radios failed; we turned the knobs, no answer.
On the third day a warship passed us, headed north,
Dead bodies piled on the deck. On the sixth day
A plane plunged over us into the sea. Thereafter
Nothing. The radios dumb;
And still they stand in corners of our kitchens,
And stand, perhaps, turned on, in a million rooms
All over the world. But now if they should speak,
If on a sudden they should speak again,
If on the stroke of noon a voice should speak,
We would not listen, we would not let it bring
That old bad world that swallowed its children quick
At one great gulp. We would not have it again.
Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep,
Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow,
And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness.
The tractors lie about our fields; at evening
They look like dank sea-monsters crouched and waiting.
We leave them where they are and let them rust:
"They'll molder away and be like other loam."
We make our oxen drag our rusty plows,
Long laid aside. We have gone back
Far past our fathers' land.
And then, that evening
Late in the summer the strange horses came.
We heard a distant tapping on the road,
A deepening drumming; it stopped, went on again
And at the corner changed to hollow thunder.
We saw the heads
Like a wild wave charging and were afraid.
We had sold our horses in our fathers' time
To buy new tractors. Now they were strange to us
As fabulous steeds set on an ancient shield
Or illustrations in a book of knights.
We did not dare go near them. Yet they waited,
Stubborn and shy, as if they had been sent
By an old command to find our whereabouts
And that long-lost archaic companionship.
In the first moment we had never a thought
That they were creatures to be owned and used.
Among them were some half a dozen colts
Dropped in some wilderness of the broken world,
Yet new as if they had come from their own Eden.
Since then they have pulled our plows and borne our loads,
But that free servitude still can pierce our hearts.
Our life is changed; their coming our beginning.

-- Edwin Muir

[Zkribbler]

Originally posted by SlowwHand
Everyone sucks but you, huh?

Me?? My thread feature's Longfellow's The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere.

BTW everyone: Happy Lexington & Concord Day.

[Fake Boris]

People who don't like poetry are subhumans.

[Zkribbler]

Oh come on! Subhumans like it too:

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

...Lewis Carroll

[Lord Avalon]

I occasionally catch Def Poetry on HBO. But for the most part, I'm not into poetry.

Exceptions: Lewis Carroll's The Walrus & the Carpenter, Jabberwocky

Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Epic poems The Iliad and The Odyssey

[Cort Haus]

People don't enjoy poetry, they pretend to enjoy it (see OB's post).

[Fake Boris]

Hail to the populace

[Zkribbler]

There once was a young lad from Nantucket ...

[Barnabas]

Originally posted by Oncle Boris
People who don't like poetry are subhumans.

I bet you also like ballet