Poetry is DEAD (and I Know Why)
May 18, 2024![](https://kajabi-storefronts-production.kajabi-cdn.com/kajabi-storefronts-production/file-uploads/blogs/2147509647/images/bf6bf3c-04b1-f17-3646-7d8c2bf5cf_Grey_White_Modern_Book_Typography_Mindset_Youtube_Thumbnail_2_.png)
Benny Wills
Read time: 6 minutes
Why don't we like poetry anymore?
For five years, poetry was my passion and my purpose. I performed at “truth,” “freedom,” and “liberty” themed conferences and events all around the world.
It was one of the most awesome chapters of my life.
Throughout that time I received a lot of compliments and praise. Which I am grateful for. It’s not easy to impress someone with a poem.
One of the most common bits of feedback I would get after a performance was:
“I don’t like poetry, but I like yours.”
Thank you. And I agree.
But I'm a hypocrite because I also love poetry. It’s a beautiful and timeless art form. As long as there have been people, there have been poets.
Poets are chroniclers of history. They capture the spirit, values and struggles of their time. They preserve language, traditions and collective memory.
Poetry offers philosophical insights into the nature of existence, the human condition and the mystery of life.
A good poem can penetrate into the deepest part of our souls, and provide clarity and solace in times of turmoil.
So what happened?
It’s simple.
Poetry has been bastardized. The bar has been lowered. Poems today are no longer well-constructed. They aren’t melodic and metered. They are not works of art. They are rants. Rough drafts. Unedited mind vomit. With no other intention than to evoke sympathy from the audience.
Not ALL modern poetry is like this, of course. But a lot of it is.
Poetry has devolved. Go to any open mic, or “slam,” and tell me that I’m wrong. I can almost guarantee someone will get on stage and say something like, "I wrote this on the way here."
Ughhh.
I’ve been to several such events and it’s always cringe-inducing. I know I sound like a snob. But it’s because I love poetry.
It’s whiny. It celebrates victimhood. It’s obviously, even objectively, bad poetry!
But the audience applauds anyway.
If someone were to sit down at a piano, and then proceed to bang on the keys instead of playing a song, would you clap? Probably not. Unless maybe they were a toddler.
That’s what I equate (most) modern day poetry too. And that’s why you think you don’t like it.
A poem is an idea simplified. Encapsulated. And writing one forces you to be as specific and clear as possible with what you want to say and convey. It’s no different than sculpting a statue or painting a picture. It is a transference of your inner world into something tangible in the outer.
And it takes work. Works of art take work. And that is where modern day poetry has lost the plot.
Everyone’s a Poet
Everyone is born a poet - a person discovering the way words sound and work, caring and delighting in words. I just kept on doing what everyone starts out doing. The real question is: Why did other people stop?
- William Stafford
One of the exercises inside my communication program, Free Your Speech (formerly Parrhesia), is to write a poem. It comes at the end of a module called, The Masterpiece of Your Life. I go deep into the creative process and what it takes to produce a good and meaningful work of art.
I taught the class live for six seasons. And every time, without fail, the poetry my students created was excellent. It was the highlight of the class.
If you struggle to “find the words” when discussing controversial topics, if you misrepresent your ideas and opinions in conversations—write a poem.
To begin:
- Choose a topic and free write. Pen to page without stopping. Write down all of your thoughts and feelings about the topic.
- Don’t critique or second-guess yourself until you’ve gotten it all out.
- Pause.
- Look at what you’ve written. See it as a ball of unformed clay.
- Start sculpting. Refining. Editing.
- Play with it until you love it. Until you can’t wait to share it.
That's a very stripped down version of my technique, but you get the essence, nonetheless.
Not only will you have a poem. You’ll have newfound confidence in your ability to discuss the topic you wrote about. Because you put words to it. Specific, considered and carefully chosen words. Written with intention from the heart. Now you'll speak more clearly, more easily and more calmly than before.
Because you took the time to write about it. To make sense of your own mind. To understand your deepest convictions regarding something important to you. But you didn't stop there. You took the extra step. You filtered all of it through the sublime, under-utilized upper level of your expression. Creativity.
It’s like magic.
Every human has four endowments - self-awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate human freedom… The power to choose, to respond, to change.
- Stephen Covey
Poetry is Dead
A crowd favorite of mine is one I have never shared online.
It’s called, Poetry is Dead. And it goes like this:
It was a windy wet Wednesday when I realizedTo my surprise that poetry had diedA big fat fork had been stuck in itA big fat lady had sungA big fat dork had dumped on itAnd buried itUnder a big fat pile of big fat dung
I clung to the hope that maybeSome person there amongCould revive, invoke, resuscitateMy fallen poetic chum“Come on” I whispered“Come on” I said“At least lift him off the ground”“Him?” A voice came back at me“Careful with your pronouns”At that exact moment I swear I heardFrom somewhere far awayIt was Edgar Allan Poe, I thinkRolling in his grave
Alas, my heart therein my chestpitter-pattered anxiouslyThe coffee shop wherein the slam commencedA social justice pageantryME ME ME ME victimME ME ME ME dadME ME ME ME LBGTME ME ME ME sadI have feelings, many feelingsThat I typed into my phoneAll my feelings I’m revealingSo as not to feel aloneAll alone…One of my feelings is angerResentment is one tooIs blame a feeling?‘Cause I’m feeling itAnd I’m blaming it on you!Screw you ex-boyfriendI’m sort of sometimes gay nowI’m queer as folkThat ain’t no jokePlease refer to me as “they” nowWhen I was 9 something bad happenedSomething, yadda yadda, really bad happenedSomething wounded me affecting meA lot in fact, infinity!Something that was said or something that was done,Was something really really badThat was the thing that’s bad that happened to meTo ME!To me, or not to me?Wrong answerMomwww dot me me meDot comForward slash / not anymoreFor, in spite of all I have evolvedSomehowBy allowing myself permission, without restriction or constrictionTo be permanently offendedAnd ignore what you intendedAnd righteously avowTo completely disavowThe seeming lack thereofYour loveHark, above, a doveThere, the sun is doneIt setsDarkening my heartAnd I want you and everyone here to know that I’m hurtingAnd I want you and everyone here to know that I’m wantingYou to want to feel sorry for mePlease feel sorry for meI’m not here to beg but I am beggingPretty please with sugar and a maraschino cherry on topFeel sorry for meHow many more ways can I say it?How many more ways can I convey it?A lotApparentlyBut my time’s not upNot yetNot on this stageNot in this coffee shopNot in this lifeNot in front of this micThat’s openFor me me meTo relay to you you you my feelings that I’m dealing withFor three long-winded never-ending minutesUntil my time is upMen, your time is upGender is fluidStupidThank you
Poetry is deadLike I saidPoetry is no morePoetry is done, diddly, doo dah, dead for a ducat, deadLying lifeless on the floorBut it doesn’t have to beOpen mic nightsCould be great nightsIf you invest a little more into your piecesWriting from the heartIs the perfect place to startBut with editing its potency increasesTake time when you’re creatingTake care with words you preachSpeak to not at your audienceAnd many you shall reachMillions of poems have been writtenYet few do we rememberRead the classics and study themAnd thenProceed to write yours betterer
You have a masterpiece inside of you. Many masterpieces. Create them already! Don't be so stubborn with your gifts.
You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.
- Maya Angelou
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Until next time.
Much love,
Benny
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