Of course not, well at least not always, sometimes it is as sublime as anything you might read in a book…
This just in: The Pulitzer Prize for Poetry was not awarded to a blogger!
Go figure, it was awarded to W.S. Merwin. A good poet, one who does not blog, and did I mention that the Pulitzer Prize Committee was so uninspired by the general state of poetry that they awarded the prize to a guy who had already won one back in 1971?
It’s been a while since I have reached down, grabbed my big old foot, and shoved it firmly into my mouth by adding a critique to my site about the state of poetry, especially poetry that can be found on a blog.
Maybe the poetry on my blog is no exception, has no special dispensation, is not above the fray of the following criticism. I am a bit too close to it all to decide if it is, or not. You’ll have to add the voice of your own discernment to figure that out…but to me it seems that we poets are not doing much to forestall the collapse of whatever remaining esteem poetry might still have left in this fast paced world…by posting it to a blog.
This just in: Blog Poets as a group found to be responsible for a big sucking sound!
Let me be more direct. Blog Poetry Mostly Sucks. Or how about this less direct but more diplomatic statement – If we as poets don’t clean house and encourage other poets to post only poetry of the highest quality, then “Real Poetry” as an art form is doomed…
Folks it’s all about the attention span, or I should say the lack of an attention span. Who has the friggin time to figure out what poets are really trying to write – I know that I sometimes don’t…
This just in: Blog Readers of Poetry forget that the essential requirement for reading poetry is to add a smidgen of contemplation!
It makes me scratch my head – my poetry I mean…long winded, compressed metaphors that only the most ardent reader even wants to press ahead and define or unwind their way through…so maybe I am as irrelevant as the next blog poet; again, that’s for the reader to decide.
Back to my main point.
It is our responsibility to stop lying about the poetry we are reading – telling poets that they are great, that they are the next Dickinson or whatever, when they clearly are not the next Dickinson.
I suspect that we do this because they have written a poem we can quickly understand. Because they have written a poem that I am going to have to term as “Poem Lite.”
This just in: Poet Man makes wild and unsubstantiated claim that TS Elliot would have been largely ignored if he had been a Blogger!
To tell a poet how great they are when they are not great demeans both the reader and the poet. To in any way cause them to think that they have already arrived, that they have nothing more to do is to hinder the cause of quality poetry. Also, and here is the kicker, if you do so you will be part of their future bitter disappointment. Because at some point they are going to want to see their work in print, so they are going to submit their work to some esteemed journal for consideration, and when they do, and their work is rejected, they will experience a profound dissonance.
This just in: Blog Poets are no longer receiving positive comments!
That’s not what I am trying to suggest with this piece…that you shouldn’t post positive comments…what I am trying to say is…
That it is far better to say nothing. That’s right, say nothing – leave no comment when no comment is warranted. Think of your silence as an essential part of a writers process. Please do this only when the poem in question does not rise to a commenting occasion, does not have that necessary spark, or when you really don’t understand what the writer was trying to write.
This just in: When it comes to commenting about Blog Poetry, silence is sometimes Golden!
Your silence will cause the writer to try and figure out what might be missing from the poem. They might discover the coveted talent called editing…and if they do, it will make them better poets…it is far better to have the experience of silence, than to have received an unearned accolade…
Hey, but that’s just me…and my big old foot talking…which by the way is a mixed metaphor, and entirely verboten…