“Poetry is to the soul
like a gardener is to a garden;
the garden will survive without a gardener,
however the garden is much more beautiful when it
is pruned by loving hands that understand it
and appreciates its place in the universe”
I have never been much of a poet, but my favorite heroic figure of all time comes directly from an Anglo Saxon epic poem, perhaps the oldest poem in existence – Beowulf. It is the most passionate, virtuous, and horrific poem I have ever read. I love Beowulf so much I decided to study Old English in college just to have the opportunity to read the original text – that and to read Chaucer (another favorite) in the original text.
Poets have always struck me as being just a tad bit peculiar. They have to be out there somewhere for them to see and imagine the unimaginable, the abstruse, and the arcane. Even poets who have gone to great lengths – synthetic measures – of assisting their art by way of hallucinogenic altered states, Absinth or alcohol modifications in their psychological makeup, have written some of the most impressive expressive rhythmic literary works in the history of the written word.
I have made my abhorrent attempts to scribe poetry; they have all ended in embarrassing debauchery. I have always avoided friendship with poetry and with poets. Rhythm and meter, idioms and hyperbole, stanzas and verses, verses and lines, to me, it is all much too complicated and too much work. Writing should not be that hard. Music is poetry. I am a musician; I have been given a gift. I can play several musical instruments. I can listen to a song and within minutes begin playing along. I couldn’t write a lyric if my child’s life was dependent upon it.
The way an old-school biker looks at a golfer wearing a stripped shirt, plaid pants, argyle socks, white golf shoes, topped off with a straw hat, that’s how I would look at poets. To me a poet is only one-step away on the evolutionary ladder from actual proof; there are alien beings in our universe.
Lately, I have become friends with many poets. To my surprise, they are almost normal. They still have that “something” that separates them from everyone else, but that’s what makes them unique – and that’s a good thing. I surely would not want to experience poetry written through the eyes of the “normal” person.
While in college, I was surprised to learn how many literary geniuses I enjoyed reading throughout my life whom I never knew began as poets, or were poets all their lives. The other thing I noticed in my college days as I studied the poets closer, I realized how poetry has this kind of built in magic that sort of sings to the soul. It’s no wonder great people throughout history have embraced poetry as a universal language – it has no boundaries and is impartial to our personal hang ups. If you truly desire a real bountiful gift, give yourself the gift of reading poetry, and really take it in line-by-line. I promise you, if you allow, it will sing to your soul.
This has been a… View From My Loft