Let me get straight to the point, friends. I detest poets and poetry. I look at poets the same way I look at hippies. They choose to view things and describe them in a way that is foreign to me. When I see a pretty flower there are a multitude of apt words and word pairings that I could concoct to describe that flower. All of which are relevant to flowers and beauty. I fail to see the point in describing a beautiful flower as a “piece of happiness that yearns to stretch towards an unreachable life source”.
At this juncture I would like to point out that as much of an opinion as I have towards the “art” of poetry I have never actually read an entire piece, save Shel Silverstein’s work.
So as uncharacteristic it is for me, I am going to give something new a chance. I mean, I am the type of person that orders the exact same meal every time because I know I like it. If I like something, why take the chance of getting something I might not like? I am going to read poetry with an open mind. I assure you all that if I like it, I will recant all previous statements made to the contrary.
That being said, if anyone has suggestions for poetry that is not mushy and introspective but instead focuses on something a bit more masculine, please let me know.