My interactions with various communities, organizations and individuals exposes me to questions about prose, poetry, literature and life, to which people are constantly seeking answers and resolutions. These conversations happen on phone, whatsapp, in person, over drinks, over coffee, on the footpath, in colleges, in plush offices, in ramshackle back-alleys, and sometimes, in my mind too. I don't attempt to provide answers, for, hello, this young girl herself knows too little. But sometimes, certain conversations give me points to ponder on, to deliberate, to keep close. And in my mind, all these conversations, irrespective of their physical reality, are always accompanied by the clink of two glasses.
Here is the first heady brew - not difficult to imagine, I suppose, once you add a sprinkling of rum on his collar, and lean in to drink to his thoughts. While he questions poetry, he probably also inspires some.
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"When people hear a good poem, they get inspired, and I get depressed."
Is it, haha! Why?
"Because I don't know when will I be able to write that well."
Hmm...
"Also, there is so much being written, everyday, every second, that I am losing the opportunity of writing original content, because by the time I think of it, someone might have already written it."
And here I was, sitting perfectly relaxed, thinking that poetry is so private and personal, that it can never be made to compete. Why write to counter something that someone somewhere might be writing. Why not write because it matters to you. Because it eases your heart. Because it defines your life. And again, because it matters to you, and when it matters to you. You're never losing out time or thoughts or concepts or words. Trust me on that.
"Hmm. You always make so much sense."
Because I am out of competition.
"I like to think of poetry as my way of escaping from reality, my third level. But it doesn't come to me when I need it the most."
Aah. Save poetry from all the pressure please.
I cannot imagine poetry not coming to anyone unless we ascribe heavy definitions to it, unless we are too keen to specify a certain way in which it should come to us. Poetry is a pouring out. It does not have to be profound by definition. But if it is pure or true enough, it will always be profound.
Put less pressure on the pen. Ink will flow easy.
"Oh dear!"
What?
"You're an artist!"
If you insist :)
Here is the first heady brew - not difficult to imagine, I suppose, once you add a sprinkling of rum on his collar, and lean in to drink to his thoughts. While he questions poetry, he probably also inspires some.
*****
"When people hear a good poem, they get inspired, and I get depressed."
Is it, haha! Why?
"Because I don't know when will I be able to write that well."
Hmm...
"Also, there is so much being written, everyday, every second, that I am losing the opportunity of writing original content, because by the time I think of it, someone might have already written it."
And here I was, sitting perfectly relaxed, thinking that poetry is so private and personal, that it can never be made to compete. Why write to counter something that someone somewhere might be writing. Why not write because it matters to you. Because it eases your heart. Because it defines your life. And again, because it matters to you, and when it matters to you. You're never losing out time or thoughts or concepts or words. Trust me on that.
"Hmm. You always make so much sense."
Because I am out of competition.
"I like to think of poetry as my way of escaping from reality, my third level. But it doesn't come to me when I need it the most."
Aah. Save poetry from all the pressure please.
I cannot imagine poetry not coming to anyone unless we ascribe heavy definitions to it, unless we are too keen to specify a certain way in which it should come to us. Poetry is a pouring out. It does not have to be profound by definition. But if it is pure or true enough, it will always be profound.
Put less pressure on the pen. Ink will flow easy.
"Oh dear!"
What?
"You're an artist!"
If you insist :)
