This is a new regular post I’m cooking up where I’m going to try to share a poem each week that has stuck out to me. I’ll give you some of my thoughts, and, I hope, offer you something to enjoyable or thought-provoking to read. Hope you enjoy it.
If you know the name of only one living poet, it’s probably either Mary Oliver or Billy Collins. Collins, I think, is pretty popular because he’s funny and doesn’t take himself too seriously. What I really like about him, though, is that he still manages to make some pretty important points through his playful style. If you aren’t really into poetry, but are looking for reasons to be, he’s a great way to start.
In this poem, Billy sticks it to Academia, specifically wannabee students who are trying too hard to analyze. I think a lot of people don’t like poetry or say they, “don’t get it,” because they think it has to be something deep and mysterious, which often means dull and pretentious. It certainly can be all of that, but at it’s core, good poetry is doing something similar to what a great photograph or painting does. It’s capturing a moment, and how it’s done can say some pretty powerful things. But, the power is more in what it makes you feel than what profound point it makes.
Introduction to Poetry