10-05-2012, 11:59 AM
As my good dead mate Kierkegaard said:
“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
We can write happy poems, and there are plenty of them around, but the truth is that nobody's really that interested. They want to know that other people are miserable so they can feel better about their own pathetic lives. That's why reality tv is such a success
Happy poems are almost always dismissed as flippant or pointless. It's effin' depressing, I tell ya.
“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
We can write happy poems, and there are plenty of them around, but the truth is that nobody's really that interested. They want to know that other people are miserable so they can feel better about their own pathetic lives. That's why reality tv is such a success
Happy poems are almost always dismissed as flippant or pointless. It's effin' depressing, I tell ya.
It could be worse