Not Always a Fan

I’m not always a fan of poetry - if I actually take time to ponder it - it can be so irritatingly rhymey, kind of fussy and needlessly intricate. Compare my love to a summer’s day and I’ll probably yawn and walk away. Take a nuanced look at the transactions of sex and consent, and as adults, we may wonder where the romance went. You know, it only happens once in a while, that someone with wit and individual style comes along with something to say and scribbles it down in a poem or play. Here’s to the creative visionaries, to Dickinson's unique and dreamy imagery, to Shakespear’s highly stylized, run-on sentences that manage to speak to us over the centuries or challenge our stifled, bourgeoisie banality like Nabokov’s use of stunning vocabulary.