April is National Poetry Month. This guarantees that:
A) Today you will see a peppering of blog posts and pseudonews items about National Poetry Month.
a1. By tomorrow you will have forgotten it is National Poetry Month.
B) Lovers of poetry will spend the next 30 days re-reminding you that it is National Poetry Month.
b1. You will slowly grow to resent them.
C) People with internet platforms will publicly "celebrate" National Poetry Month.
c1. Mostly by posting cringe-verse torn from their high school journals, greatest hits from undergrad History of Lit books (largely Yeats, Whitman, Blake, Frost and Angelou) and/or lines from the most notable poetry figure from their home town/state/country.
D) On April 30 most poets will still feel isolated and under-appreciated.
d1. Additional April 30th projection statistics: 98% of all poetry-haters will still hate poetry. 1% will have defected to the pro-poetry side. The remaining 1% will have died of old age or unrelated catastrophes.
Also, Barnes and Noble will feature discounted boxes of magnetic poetry sets:
|Only people with metal surfaces in their home are allowed to write poetry.|
As the author of a blog with the word "poet" in the title, I will contribute to this arbitrary public exercise by continuing business as usual, and by posting any examples I can find of Accidental Poetry.
Business as usual:
a snippet from "On Creative Loneliness," an old cringe-piece responding to "The Importance of Solitude:"
"but who will write the writer
curl words back in reciprocal arcs
greet her in the morning
with three even lines in ink
on a napkin
but after the hushes
the observer bears the weight
to see so much
to be seen so little"
And my first NaPoMo contribution, a must watch (with sound turned up high):
Accidental Poetry by Dominique: "U is for Eunice"
(Bio: Dominique is an upbeat girl-about-town who recently relocated from Desperation, MA, to Self-Loathing, PA, where she currently lives under her pillow. When not recording poetry on Ryan's message machine, she enjoys binge-drinking Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka, playing with yo-yos, entering spelling bees and giggling. By day, Dominique works for either eBay or Jamba Juice, we're not quite sure.)