Since there is little "rhythm" in modern living, the decline in the "language" of poetry is a reflection of the decline of meaningful vocabulary. Texting, soundbites and garbled advertising slogans appear to have overshadowed perceptions of semantic quality.
Your poem makes me even more aware of these changes, Jacob.
N.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
oh it's awful, Norman...the language is being shredded....thank you for your words,
j.
My Overview thoughts on this leads me to see a seasoned mature writer.
In comparison of a room as his view he is disappointed at his younger,fellow writers in the house.
They seem not to truly respect or care about the Art of writing, nor it's purpose. They instead seem to use it foolishly and selfishly for their own self indulgence or in an emotional needy way.
I observe the dis-hearted seasoned writers heart hardening as he is abandoned to his lonely room left with no one in his league to read from ,nor be heard. Then I feel a jolt from the last words describing The cluelessness that surrounds him.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
i really appreciate this perspective...thank you for your words connie...
j.
Your writing really makes me think which I love. I like how every artist has their way in this which is true no one is the same. Some write yet can not sing their art that's why the world need creative types of all times cause without them there would be no love or laughter the color of life would be gone well done
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
yes, it would, Raylene...it would be and might be gone in future.
thank you,
<.. read moreyes, it would, Raylene...it would be and might be gone in future.
Precious little time left; apparently, the Beats and other quickly-growing-obsolete poets would--instead of listening to the strange music of young whippersnappers--rather blare out the last of their own familiar tunes.
Sounding that final trump, as it were.
Profoundly perceptive piece, Jacob!
It isn't just poetry, is it. This is increasingly a soundbite world and for all the technical achievement, (actually, primarily because of it,) so many have become increasingly insulated against anything other than their own ever narrowing material focus.
I have loved poetry from the very first moment I could read; and until perhaps half a century ago, poetry was simply an ancient, ever renewing art form that would endure to the very end of time.
Now though dear jacob, I am in fear that what you have just written is as much a prophesy as a poem.
Beccy.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
and i hope we don't lose it altogether...we need it...thank you for your words, Beccy,
.. read moreand i hope we don't lose it altogether...we need it...thank you for your words, Beccy,
This is more like a story than a poem. Very powerful message here, much more direct than you usually are in your writing. I was also very moved by RichieB's poem, so I can see how you would've expressed this response in a more urgent, straightforward way. I remember when we were always so eager to share our thoughts & ideas, wanting to be understood, etc. Nowadays, everyone is spewing & nobody is listening, so it feels futile to try to be understood anymore. I totally get that point, deep down, spot-on, you killed it (((HUGS)))
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your kind words and sharing...barleygirl...
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..