Poetry.
The very word seems to make me shudder and hiss. Poetry class, the very class makes me sign and moan in protest. Needless to say, me and poetry get together as well as a cactus and a cuddle hug-depraved bunny who will hug just about anything. Regardless, I came to class ready to accept the challenge (halfheartedly albeit) and with the hope that poetry can help shape my writing so I can say more with less, as poets tend to do.
So our first class came and went, the main focus on word, "MUSE" and it aMUSEd me. Get it? Ha! And it sort of made me less appalled at poetry. Before, I'd approach it with a negative, angry feeling of, "why do I need to learn this pussy shit?" as I stormed out the room to a more positive feeling of, "oh well, maybe it isn't so bad", flinching as I dipped my toe into the lake that is poetry.
So maybe, thanks to the "MUSE" word, I can appreciate this whole form of writing I've misunderstood the last two decades. It does make poetry easier, I suppose. Only time can tell!
P.S. I love Miso Soup.
Jonny out!
I agree with you on the significant effect of learning about connecting with the "muse" and its relation to poetry. It gave me more of a different perspective on writing poetry rather than understanding it in general.
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