Poetic Inclination

I should have known then that I do have an intense passion for poetry and literature. Those things matter a lot to me a great deal. Without those, I wouldn't be so contented just trifling the hours away in solitude.

I meant being alone to turning my thoughts into words. That's how much I love poems. I have written some. I got used to express myself through "abstract" poetry. Some would say they don't understand my work, but that's exactly my point. Not to make people perceive it. Mystery. That's it.

I don't know where on earth have I placed the poems I wrote in high school. They have long been gone. I only have five poems left in my box. And I'm planning to post them here in my blog. Let me know what you think about them.

Whenever I'm all alone with my cynical self, I play with words inside my head. That's how I make the most out of my time. It could be the reason why I'd rather be alone. It's better to be alone than to talk about senseless stuffs with senseless people.

Just a while ago, I realized that poetry is actually a form of literature. I nearly forgot. I almost thought that poetry is apart from literature.

I have to confess that I'm a frustrated poet. Truly. I am. And I don't think I'm good as Sylvia Plath or Izumi Shikibu or Margaret Atwood, but at least I have the heart and will to learn more.

It is true that words denote to things and events we experience. They also connote other things. That's how words unfold many aspects in our lives. That's how powerful words are. Abstract ideas are linked with concrete objects to embody an image. Indeed great.

I write through my experiences. Every detail happening in my life gives me all the more reason to love literature. Through it, the existence of these encounters have been made sensible.

Carl Sandberg once said that poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. This passage tells us how wonderful poems are. It is stronger than any other language. It is created for the desire to escape the logical. Credits to our literature instructor who shared that idea.

Let me share you this poem from Margaret Atwood. The first time I read it, I was really stricken. I'm amazed by how she conveyed an extremely brutal idea in an extremely condensed form.

You fit into me

like a hook to an eye

a fish hook

an open eye.

I just hope I could also be as great as the greatest poets in our history. Well, I'm not really hoping. I'm dreaming.