No Thanks to Poetry Slams
Time to Revive Real Poetry
I went to a poetry slam tonight. I didn't want to go, but I'd receive extra credit for two classes if I went, so it would have been stupid not to go. I'm happy I went though. It motivated me to write poetry again. After all, if I don't write good poetry, who will?
I know it's arrogant of me to claim I'm a better poet than the performers at the poetry slam, but most of them weren't poetic at all. Although the two women that performed were great, the others simply talked with dabs of vulgarity to feign emotion ("fuck" is used in such high doses that it's no longer meaningful). Poetry ceded priority to showmanship (which explains why the first girl, arguably the greatest poet there, received such low scores). What they presented was as poetic as prose found in a typical blog! Even the most liberal free verse must consist of some poetic elements, and clichés are not one of them! That's what hurt most. These are some of the best performers of poetry slams, and some of them still use clichés.
I shouldn't act as if I'm better yet though. Sure, my poetry might be of higher quality, but quality without quantity is worse than quantity without quality, because without material to prove my worth, my words are as hollow as the breath with which I say them. It's time to write again, even if I have to stab my brain to force thoughts out. I want to be poet laureate of my city!
), and I have published many works and won some contests. But it's still just my two bits...