Dear Reader: Another week has come and gone and I head off the the confessional for the Tuesday Confession. Come join me....
I confess that I'm a big fan of Rocky and Bullwinkle. When I recently discovered Bullwinkle in the role of a Poet I thought how cool is that?!! It seems that poets get so little respect that I'll even take Bullwinkle's portrayal as a poet as a frick'n big deal!
Are all of poets so pathetic? This is a rhetorical question and one you need not reply to in the comments.
It seem really odd but many countries treat their poets with much more respect then the American public affords them. Actually I confess that I'm really not so much bothered by this anymore. I guess I see it as, "It is what it is." What I do feel is sad for those who miss the enrichment that poetry, literature and art in general can bring to one's life. It seems odd to me that many people can so easily get into music. I'm happy for those who find music speaking to their soul. I still look for opportunities the open the eyes of others to the wonders of words through poetry.
I realize April is nearly upon us. I am feeling anxious about April for a number of reasons. I feel like my April plate is going to look like it has multiple helpings of mashed potatoes and gravy. Poem-A-Day. Maybe a book club. KC Metro Verse's Anthology coming out (which I will have several poems in) - I'm working to tweak a manuscript and I will be doing a Poetry Month Broadside again this year. I've done this is the past but did not do one last year. They have been designed and ordered and should arrive soon.
Anyway, I don't want the month to become overwhelming. I've been working hard lately and the writing has fallen into a grove and I don't want that delicate rhythm interrupted if you know what I mean. I need to be able to keep working hard and lighten up at the same time. I need to be able the Bullwinkle in poets.