I wish people read more poetry more often. It seems like all the experience I ever had with poetry was school related or on my own, with little outside influence. No one talks about poetry on tumblr, outside of the occasional quote; rather, it seems like memoirs and novels are the “it” forms these days, which is fine. It simply gets a little lonely reading poetry by myself, no one to discuss it with. It was nice going to readings during school, even if attendance was usually a class requirement.
Last week I did a little reading on tumblr of Sylvia Plath’s Ella Mason and Her Eleven Cats, and I’ve decided to start making it a weekly thing, giving me the opportunity to read more poetry and to share it with others. As you can see, I’m planning on reading a little T.S. Eliot this week, though choosing a poem’s been a bit difficult because a lot of them seem to have French or German lines that I don’t want to butcher when I read them, and strange little me doesn’t want to read a cat poem two weeks in a row, so I’m avoiding the Practical Cats collection. I’ll find something, I’m sure.
There’s a book sale at the library this Saturday, and I’m hoping to get another book or two of poetry. I have a decent collection at the moment–Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot (my newest, just bought on Sunday)–but I worry about not having enough of a variety for reading aloud. Plus, I’d really like to broaden my own knowledge of poetry, and adding to my set of books should help with that.
And a last little note: I’ve been working more on my own poetry lately, some prose, some more traditional. There’s a somewhat local (county-wide) poetry competition coming up, and I’m hoping to submit a few pieces. It’ll only cost me the price of a stamp (which Dan always buys, anyway), so it shouldn’t hurt much more than my pride, right?
I’ve just been gaining a real fondness and appreciation for poetry lately, and I wanted to share that.