Glittering Pink Ocean

Hello everyone. I'm gonna talk about poems today.

So there are a few types of poetry:

Type 1

“Poetry is like the glittering pink ocean. It sounds beautiful and delectable, but you really have no idea what is going on. I mean, glittering pink ocean? WTF?”
~ Lord Byron on poetry [source]

This is the kind of poetry that mostly everyone admires.

Its key features are:

1. Use of big fancy words.

2. The lack of clarity of thought and hence the profound presence of vagueness.

3. The lack of the intention to actually say anything at all, as long as you get to say anything.

This kind of poetry is famous, mostly because noone really knows what the hell is up, and they wouldn't be caught dead admitting it, so they make up their own version of what the poet is tryin to say it leaves so much for personal interpretation, that the perception of what the poetry is about is left entirely up to the reader.

Generic poetry is perhaps one of the most common forms of modern poetry. Much of it consists of individuals with nothing to say wanting to seem like they’re saying something. It is also what happens when people learn big words, and want to show them off in a "sensitive" and "thoughtful" way. "Oh, oh, look at me! I have emotions! I want to comment on the world around me in order to change it! I think that the best way to do this is in the way that nobody can understand!" [source]

People suffering from this kind of poetry writing often use opposite meaning words together, just to sound all deep and intellectual. Some such word combinations maybe something like

dull brightness, organized chaos, black dove, flaming shadows.

By the use of such terms, they manage to picturesquely project an impossible image, thereby giving the impression that they've delved deep, far and beyond into these matters. The truth however, is much less complex. They're lame.

Here is something I came across on the internet.

Illustration:

Unclenching her palm
there sat
a tiny speck of light

it rose to hover
above her head
found a spot
above her bed

diaphanous
multifarious
ethereal
she rose

and it struck
her so hard
it made a hole
through her heart

the vacuum
surrounded her
enveloped her
dragged her

outside herself
outside the world
there she stood
and quietly swirled

surrounded by tiny lights
leaving behind one of her own
away from all fights
she was just breathing bones


I mean seriously, are you kidding me?

TYPE 2

The unique features of this kind of poetry are:

1. Its written by normal men, having a normal thought.
2. It is interpreted by the kind of people who write the type 1 poetry.
3. On reading this kind of poetry, it seems like a simple and clear thought.
4. On reading the interpretation of this kind of poetry, we realize that the intellectuals claim to have delved deep into the hidden meanings in the poetry, and thus offer an interpretation highly bereft of the topic dealt with therein.

Illustration:

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Whereas Robert Frost is later said to have claimed, that his wife had asked him to go to the market, when he was sleepy, and thus, the poem. [not sure about the reliability of this information though]

TYPE 3

There is a certain type of poetry
That does not really rhyme
Frankly it may even be
Written in a paragraph
And it would make no freaking
Difference at all.

But since its often written like this
People classify it as poetry.
This is something that makes
Absolutely no effing sense to me.

Although its useful for sure.
As now I can claim to have
written poetry for the description
of the third kind of poems.

TYPE 4

This is the kind of poetry with both a clear thought, and clear intent. The metaphors are picturesque, and clear. And it rhymes. But, most people hate it, and many call it stupid. Primarily cuz they actually understand the poetry. And if they understand it, it must be stupid?

Illustration: Part of a song by eminem.

[Chorus]
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel my pain
Just smile back
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back...

[Verse 2]
I keep having this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the swing
She keeps screaming, she don't want me to sing
"You're making Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy crying?"
Baby, Daddy ain't leaving no more, "Daddy you're lying
"You always say that, you always say this is the last time
"But you ain't leaving no more, Daddy you're mine"
She's piling boxes in front of the door trying to block it
"Daddy please, Daddy don't leave, Daddy - no stop it!"
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket
It's got a picture, "this'll keep you safe Daddy, take it withcha'"
I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror
These fuckin' walls must be talking, cuz man I can hear 'em
They're saying "You've got one more chance to do right" - and it's tonight
Now go out there and show that you love 'em before it's too late
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
It's turns to a stage, they're gone, and this spotlight is on
And I'm singing...

Thank You.