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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Blue Berry Girl: A Poem by Neil Gaiman

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When one mentions poetry, the response from others is a collective fear.

However, I believe the role of the poet is to reawaken the sense ordinary things, the hum drum, the things we trip over when we are on auto pilot. Poets reconnect us to the things we have become blinded to. Therefore, all poetry should be understood by all adults. (Sorry kids but some poems are not understood by you yet, because you need experience to understand the feeling.)

So poetry should be so dull that everyone gets it? No! Poems should be flexible and understood at a variety of levels. When I say all adults, I mean the poem at a concrete level should be understood by all adults. If a professorsesque snobs writes poetry to look intelligent and fails entrance to the poem at a concrete level, they should not be writing poetry. These snits are jerks who think that they are proven smarter when others feel dumb. They are not cool at all.

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