It’s National Poetry Month, and time for me to make my annual admission that I’m not much for poetry. I usually enjoy it when I’m reading it, but that doesn’t happen too often. And some excerpts from poems have fed me well over the years. But I’ve never been inspired to make the effort I think it would take to get to a place where poetry was valuable to me.
I have to say, though, that I’m often intrigued by poets themselves, maybe even a bit more than I am by writers in general. Their views on life and creation are often skewed in ways that give me lots to think about. Here’s a good article by Roger Kimball on Rudyard Kipling, a poet whose reputation reached both the heights and the depths, sometimes simultaneously. I’ve never read Kipling, but I would probably enjoy him. One passage quoted in the article I particularly liked:
But I consort with long-haired-things,
In velvet collar-rolls,
Who talk about the Aims of Art,
And “theories” and “goals,”
And moo and coo with womenfolk
About their blessed souls.