Thunder showers pass over the city
Washing away all of this heat wave
Along with the aggression
We are going to live through this summer
And this rainwater is going to nurture us like no other.
A poet’s job is to breech people’s short attention spans with a timelessness that exposes them to another layer of reality. This new layer could involve mythology. Or it could be all astrology. Mescaline or some other pseudoscience. Acid and dream theory. Meditation or just plain simple unrelenting intimacy.
The point though is that we are in fact a very closed sort of people. Poetry is the life force to open us up. The same could be said about all forms of art, though with poetry this process just happens to be the most literal.
The best poetry is that which connects the greatest amount of people to this other side. To do so, it needs to be simple. It needs to be in the same language as that which is popular at the time. It needs to do all of this and somehow still manage to stand the test of time. So that it stays current for many more generations to come.
This is what makes good poetry hard. It’s also what makes it so easy.
None of this clouded meaning, inside joke, tongue in cheek, meta drivel.
We need something that is real. Something honest. That’s got feeling.
The word on the street.
Leave no reader behind.