Poetry will die if it continues to be what it has been for some time now. Contemporary poetry is considered its best when described as quaint and accesible. The next generation of reader does not want something mild and paletable. The times of the next reader are not mundane. They do not seek to be sedated. They do not seek to be introduced to the whimsicle surface of the world. There is no risk in most contemporary poetry. It is safe. The new reader does not want a poem to protect with wit, for there is no protection. The new reader craves strength to endure the elements that are inescapable. There is no level of comforting that will matter. Most contemporaries strive to induce the reader to be cozy and content. If the trend continues, there will be no more readers as the years progress. The modern poets do not expose themselves, do not expose the reader, there is no attempt at acknowledging vulnerability. They do not excite and enflame the spirit like those before them, like Ginsberg, or Whitman, or Thomas, or Blake or Rumi. Where are all those poets, those lively spirits, that Ferlinghetti called to come out of the wood work? The next generation of reader desparately wants to wake from this catatonic state. They do not want to be comforted and rocked back to sleep, their eyes are open enough to see what is going on. They are looking to read poems with contageous passion. Poets who dig into themselves. The next generation of reader is looking for something to feed off of for strength to survive the dark night of the soul, the bleakness of mediocraty and the meaningless status quo. They do not wish to be babied like their booming predecessors, raised in the wake of the great war. No more hiding in literary bombshelters, the terror of man has been unleashed, and duck and cover does no good, the next generation of reader is not so naive. The dull comfort has a numbing effect on the spirit. It is not enough for the next generation of reader to engage and challenge the mind. They do not want to read esoteric quips. If poetry is to thrive in this next generation of reader, poetry must also challenge the spirit, which is something many of the contemporary icons have shied away from.
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Some is purely freewriting
Other parts are more deliberate and thought out, as my mind tries to do from time to time, philosophical ideas that I have that I feel the need to be explored
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