Sometimes I think too
much. That is my main excuse for not writing political poetry. I'm an after
thinker. I'm non-confrontational. By the time I've absorbed the daily news
cycle and thought about its background and implications, weeks have
passed.
I'm not
timely.
In today's fast-moving
poetic world some people can write a poem on the current news by the end of the
day. I envy that. Of course, some are well versed in politics and can fire out
opinions with a brain full of background on the issue. As a sporadic reader of
news, I can't make the leap between today's story and one that came out two
weeks ago. It all seems the same to me. Dumpster fires, train wrecks, and
slow-motion car crashes abound, cleverly disguised as news.
The current hype of the
day is easily missed when you don't watch television or get the daily
paper.
I scan headlines, maybe
read the first paragraph. I get the gist that way if the writer is any good at
all. How do you turn gist into a poem? Maybe a mashup of gists in one
rage-fueled epic?
Continual outrage is
tiring. Reading the news makes me outraged. Politics as usual, makes me
outraged. I can't write on a diet of calculated fury. Some poets can channel
their wrath into biting poems addressing the issue of the day.
I don't think I received
that poetry gene.
Maybe it's because
poetry is my safe space to explore more leisurely issues. To wax philosophical
about things of importance to me. To hide in my blanket fort.
With the way things are
going today, I want to come out of my shell and sling some of the smoldering
indignation into a poem. But I'm not sure how. Snarling and gnashed teeth
poetry is not my favorite and I can't see writing it. I leave that to those who
are good at it, and there are some very good poets out there demanding we look
at the issues. With the way things are going today, I need to express my
discomfort and fears. Poetry is the vehicle for that.
What am I afraid of?
Spilling my guts in a blood-soaked mess on the page. But maybe, just maybe, I
need to confront my writing (writhing) nest of guts. Scribble it out. There is
no poetry police. I don't have to show my work to anyone if I don't want to.
So I have a notebook
just for gut spilling. Politics. Things that piss me off to the point of
apoplexy. Sentences with more four-letter words than a sentence can carry. And
you know what? It's a good feeling to put the pen to paper and spew. Sometimes
in magic marker. I highly recommend it.
You probably won't see
many, if any political poems from me. Don't think I don't care. I care too
much. My notebook knows all about it. For those of you that tackle political
poetry, kudos. I'll be reading.
Do you write political
poetry? How do you handle the red hot topics? If you don't write it, do you
want to? Should we be tacking it to telephone poles on hot pink paper?
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