Oh Noetry

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Some of my poems obviously became more public recently; significantly, to some of my family members who don’t usually read any poetry, let alone mine. My mom said they were ‘weird’ (though my brother said they were “dope”!) and I got a few glazed-eye responses from others. I realized it’s been a while since I’ve talked to people who are very much outside the poetry sphere about poetry, and I was curious to get a sense of what people think of it these days.

I could have asked friends on facebook but worried they might be too sparing – so I headed over to the AskMeFi section at the community blog Metafilter and asked a question: Why not poetry?

I got over a hundred and thirty responses. Its worth reading – a lot repeat what’s already said, but there’s some thoughtful and sobering comments in there (sobering if you’re a poet, but maybe reassuring if you’re someone who can’t stomach the stuff; you’re far from alone.)

Some of them were expected : That it requires a lot of work/attention, it lacks plot, it’s too personal or navel-gazey, the signal-to-noise ratio is too high to find the good stuff.  I’ve heard a lot of these complaints from poets, too.

Actually, the ‘ personal’ thing has interested me for a bit, because I don’t think a lot of my work as very personal. I remember being asked how do you share something so personal and it was like, does an architect have doubts about designing a building because it’s too personal?

(Sincere apologies to architects for the comparison.)

One of the things that surprised me was the pining over the lack of rhyme and meter in contemporary poetry. What I’ve noticed is that unless you’re terribly good at it, most poets get laughed out the room when they do it (I must admit I roll my eyes at a lot of it.) I suspect that a lot of people exposure to poetry in highschool was a lot of Shakespeare, and it’s hard to see the kind of fragmented, stream-of-consciousness of today’s poetry as, well, poetry. This is a issue with education and I’d like to think it’s changed but I don’t know for sure.

here's a little legend for the never believer / here's a little ghost for the offering

Relatedly, there were a few people who said they get their poetry fix from lyrics in music and I can definitely relate to that. In my young years, before I actively read much poetry,  I probably would have said my main poetic inspiration were Nirvana or R.E.M.  A good melody with the right delivery can make the simplest of phrases feel like gospel.

I want to respond  to a lot of the comments but I’d like to keep the dialogue going with the obvious questions: How can poets address these issues? Does it require sacrificing some of its qualities to be able to connect with people who don’t like the stuff?  What are the cultural perceptions of poetry (that the only way to read it is to decipher it, scalpel in hand, for example) that are misguided? Should poetry try to incorporate other mediums or forms to get their work across? Why are we being cryptic and alienating; or is just that the whole idea is to distress or obfuscate meaning? What are poets that are generally liked by the masses doing differently? Should we ban the popular style of precious drawn-out-monotone readings that makes me want to stab myself with nearby dinner utensils?

Feel free to use the comment section to voice your thoughts! I’ll leave you with one of the the many comments I enjoyed from the thread:

“There are individual poems that I love with a great fierceness, but poetry as a genre leaves me cold for the reasons others have already mentioned. It’s so hard for someone to do it well, and when it’s done badly it’s so much worse than bad prose. I think there’s actually a lot of amazing poetry in the world right now, but it might be in the form of song lyrics, or kids books, or advertising jingles, or, I don’t know, LOLcat captions… Basically, the more someone insists that poetry is completely different from all of those things, the more I tend to expect their poetry will be inward-focused, pretentious twaddle. Those that focus less on what their work is called and/or if it’s going to earn them the proper academic credibility, and more on describing a piece of life in an accurate, relateable way, tend to be the ones that can unexpectedly gut-punch me with laughter, or sadness, or fear, which I’ve always felt was one of poetry’s strengths as a form.”
posted by MsMolly at 1:41 PM on April 27

Happy Nearly-Over Poetry Month Everyone!

A Softer World

My first evening in Toronto I went to see the Mountain Goats at the Opera Hall (There will be more on the Mountain Goats later! Likely too much!) After the show I was waiting around to see if John Darnielle would come out so I could fist-bump him or something. One of the other people waiting around was Joey Comeau who, with Emily Horne, is responsible for the darkly funny webcomic A Softer World.  Here is a sample of what they do.

the end is nearer
(click to see the full-size version)

I’ve been following A Softer World for so long, it feels like daily medicine. If you’re someone who cringes at inspirational posters/idioms or hallmark cards, their brand of acidic humour will come as a sweet antidote.

What happens to us in the future? Do we become assholes or something?

I would have probably drifted away from it, though if the comics stayed in one cynical tone though. There are moments of complex emotion; those weird un-talked about dynamics of relationships are summed up so succinctly, at times its almost a shock to read them. And one day’s comic could be strangely life-affirming, the next almost heartbreaking.

and now i have an excuse to buy new sheets all the time!

Part of A Softer World’s magic are the photographs that stand in as the visual component. Often, but not always, there are people in them but they are usually out-of-focus, grainy or oddly cropped. It makes me think of the kind of incomplete, dreamy images that come up in your mind when you’re trying to remember what happened at the party last night where you had too many whiskey sours and blacked out. The images and the text are kept at a distance which prevents them from overstating the meaning of the comic. Its a tricky thing to do well, and somehow over the years, they’ve mastered it.

are pod people more flexible, you think?

I was probably a bit of an annoying fanboy when I talked to Joey in Toronto, but I remember saying  that as a writer, his comic has been a great inspiration to me; I meant that. I think a lot of writers could learn from how much can be said with an ordinary sentence, simply by twisting its end or turning it on its head.

Anyway, congratulations Joey and Emily on an awesome comic and the other awesome projects you do!

Bronwen Wallace Awards Ceremony

I’m not feeling too wordy, so ‘ll let some pictures do the talking. I want to emphasize again how generous and welcoming the Writers’ Trust was to us finalists, and how much fun and great conversation I had with Garth Martens and Anne-Marie-Turza. As surreal as the whole experience was, I felt grounded by the genuineness and support of everyone around me.

Anne-Marie, me, and Garth
Anne-Marie, me, and Garth, with flowers on our clothes
megan, me, lindsay, and nick
Megan and I, and our friends Lindsay and Nick. I know them from Vancouver, and Lindsay particularly from the Writer's Studio where she was in my poetry group. It was so great to have them there and to kindly offer their place to us for a couple nights.
Lindsay and Nick again because they just look so damn good here (photo by Megan)
Peter Kahnert, raoul, adam sol
Me with Peter Kahnert, a board member of the Writer's Trust and wonderful poet, Adam Sol
Amanda Hopkins, Peter Kahnert, Kilby Smith-McGregor. I would like to especially thank Amanda, my main point of contact with the Writers' Trust, who helped make the experience so smooth and welcoming.
Garth Marten reads (photo by Megan)
Anne-Marie reads
Anne-Marie reads
I read
I read (photo by Megan)
My award to myself: Justifying wearing a hat like that. (photo by Megan)

See more pictures at the facebook page for the Writers’ Trust.

on editing

I’m going to post properly about my experience with the awards here in Toronto, but I think I’ll wait til’ I get back home, and I can share some of the pictures that Megan took on her camera. Also, I don’t have the clearest mind at this moment, re: long walk in the sun, beer, horses going by the window, etc.

In the meantime here are some questions that I answered. Local Vancouver poet Kevin Spenst put them me, as he has put to other writers, about the editing process. Thanks Kevin, for making me think about what I do (I often don’t.)

The Bronwen Wallace Awards

In a little cafe in Toronto with Megan, a couple hoursaway from the Bronwen Wallace award ceremony drinking some green tea to try and calm my nerves a little. It’s all bright and blustery in the city. I’vewanted to post a bit more often, but I’m not really much of a travel blogger, I think. Meeting the other finalists yesterday evening was totally awesome, they are such genuine and thoughtful people, I’m honoured to be in their company.  Also the Writer’s Trust folks have been wonderfully gracious and supportive. Its still all a little unbelievable. I don’t know. I’m going to look over the poem I have to read now and I’ll try and write again tomorrow in the nextfew days with a clearer mind.

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