Why, oh why

would one want to waste away

in a

“Poetry” Society

Whoowee, am I gonna get the letters on that opening…

One day you wake up, thinking: hmmmm? sure like the sound of words working together, painting a concise, illuminated passage—wonder how one learns to write this stuff known as “poetry?” Perhaps, there is a group of knowledgeable writers, who are actually versed in this subject. And, so, you investigate…

“Poetry” Societies primarily sing from the same shameless hymnbook: manifestos (they grin their self-absorbed Cheshire cat grin and call them “mission statements”) claiming, the particular society exists for the “advancement of poetry”— when in fact, these “Societies” are simply an ego-trip for those who initiate and board the organization, a place for them to expound, to strut their sub-par creations, to gather as Lord & Master over a captive flock of trusting sheep who know not where to turn for information and advancement of their personal quest. For the most part Societies indoctrinate forms and styles which are subscribed to by those in charge; holding “workshops” presented by those of the flock, who know little or nothing of what they speak. To what end?

   A “society” is in essence, a team: a “team” being nothing more than a like-minded collective of individuals who either drag the unfit like a sack of rocks, or one is the stepchild of the team—the sack of rocks being dragged.

The quality of learning and potential for personal advancement in a societal atmosphere is wholly dependent upon the quality and philanthropic nature of the societal nucleus. A scarce commodity to be certain. When in reality, getting together with others who have the temerity to call themselves “poets”—some, even going so far to have the title printed on business cards, would, indeed, seem to be a fool’s errand.

to be continued…

Max tdc