Blood and Ink

People either love the fact I am a poet or they rip into me like poetry went out of fashion in 1889. I’m sorry that poetry isn’t your thing but neither is watching reality TV or eating animals; we all have our own lives. I do however feel, as a woman, I sometimes get a hard time as a poet. I have heard people write off Sylvia Plath in favour of Ted Hughes as “the real poet”. A comment once made by someone who will remain anonymous was that “poetry suits women, they are great at whining”. Yet male figures who open their hearts to the reader is seen as the hero. Women poets are seen as weaklings.

Before this ridiculousness came upon me as an adult, I was a child poet, unpublished and happy as hell. I started writing poetry in school and I loved it so much I decided to keep writing on the weekends. I was enveloped by the idea that the use of colours, textures, landscapes and feelings could be put into one little poem. Of course, I copied the major poets in style and although that was enjoyable, I felt I didn’t quite have my own style yet, that would come with practise, I knew that much. Over the years I read poetry religiously and what has occurred to me is that my style is not of the formulaic way. I appreciate good rounded poetry with its certain number of stanzas etc but that is all I see it as, a great poem, in a technical sense. I however, believe that art should make you feel something. I hear amazing guitar solos in songs but sometimes they just have no groove, I hear people singing songs written by others but they have no soul, I see amazing landscape paintings but they give me no warmth…I want to feel, I want to be upset, surprised, disturbed, happy, sad, I want to laugh because it has simple made me feel something.

My poetry comes from a very deep and dark place. A culmination of thoughts, realities, experiences and feelings all collide in lines upon lines of poetry. I can’t write about pretty flowers or cats; I write about feelings, observations; it is cathartic and my very own way of expressing myself.

 

“Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.”
― Anne Sexton

It has occurred to me over the years that poets have so much in them but they feel they have to write in a certain way. Please don’t let stuffy old poetry magazine editors put you off, create your art for you and always remember this very simple thing:

Art is subjective.

 

We cannot please everyone. If we did, then how boring would that be? Keep at it, be true to yourself and in the words of Patti Smith:

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

2 comments

  1. I am a poet as well, and I usually get the patronizing pat in !my hand with a, ” Well, isn’t that nice?” or better yet, when I an at a reading and I excitedly tell people that I got published, there ius always line joker who asks in a condescending tone, “Did you get paid?” True, poetry isn’t for everyone, but after I finished my MFA in Creative Writing in Fiction, I was, as a very dear friend of mine said once at her open mic, seduced to the dark side of the world of poetic dreamscapes, and I never regretted the decision. Poetry is my life now and if I never get paid for writing, that’s fine. I am in thus four the long haul.

  2. I am a poet as well, and I usually get the patronizing pat on my hand with a, ” Well, isn’t that nice?” or better yet, when I am at a reading and I excitedly tell people that I got published, there is always one joker who asks in a condescending tone, “Did you get paid?” True, poetry isn’t for everyone, but after I finished my MFA in Creative Writing in Fiction, I was, as a very dear friend of mine said once at her open mic, seduced to the dark side of the world of poetic dreamscapes, and I never regretted the decision. Poetry is my life now and if I never get paid for writing, that’s fine. I am in this for the long haul.

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