There was originally a long rant here but I deleted it. Too whiny... I'm just going to rant again anyway...
I wouldn't say I'm bad at poetry. To be honest, I'm not sure what good poetry is. Is it lyrical? Is it vivid and clear? Or is it a grudge match with ink splotches everywhere? I don't know.
I don't like poetry very much.
It makes me feel like a clumsy fool. The more I read poetry, the more I think, "how much more am I lacking in grace? Each phrase is like somebody decided to preach a love ballad to themselves about whatever word sounds pretty enough. Or they have God's almighty thesaurus.
To a point, I appreciate complex phrasing. But there comes a point where things just get ridiculous. To be fair, I feel the same about old literature and even some newer literature. I feel like the klutz who just happened to be in the right room and I don't think I'm even doing this blog right.
I'm a little bad at blogs. I need direction. It's why I write stories. I need a point, a reason to do things. The reason could literally be "just because" and I would be cool. I just... I need a reason to do things because without that I am so lost. Stories need to have a point. They can dance around it like ballet if they want to but if there is no point to the events occurring then I am just bored. Yep, bored, bored, boredity bored. I am Sherlock Holmes. Nobody likes it when I have nothing to do. At least I haven't skinned your cat. Or whatever it is he did... oh he poisoned Watson's dog. Yeah...
See I just need a direction, a purpose. Poetry to me, even with the themes involved, lacks a purpose to me a lot of the time. I can do it, I can write a story in a poem but there are so many rules to poetry that I don't know how to loophole my way through. I wish I did because story loopholes are the best thing because writing stories is more like a bunch of loosely-tied knots rather than a particularly tight string ball.
... I have no idea what I just typed so I am just going to shut up now.
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