I was browsing through my copy of The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster when I suddenly felt the need for spiritual guidance so I pulled out an old, reliable source you might also be familiar with … it’s just as good and as relevant as it was the first time I saw it:
The aim of writing poetry is, for the most part …
- To make money,
- To expose the poet’s thinking and feeling,
- To allow the reader to share the poet’s experience,
- To impress chicks.
Well, if you said, “To make money” you are a true capitalist but somewhat of an idiot. Here’s what John Keating says about poetry in the film, Dead Poet’s Society:
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?