Minor Vent

Oh sweetest of all things like Christ, I’m so fucking SICK and TIRED of the POETRY in my creative writing class. Oh, the narratives are bad, don’t get me wrong, but we’re all bad and we’re all meant to be bad but so many of these poems are just smears of words across a page, these vague, simplistic, banal uses of imagery, with no reference to rhythm or structure, no use of rhyme (of ANY sort) and good god it makes me sad.

It makes me sad because I am sitting in a room full of beginners and the teacher wants the tutorial time to be about one another looking at our work, and the other students only want to say nice things about one another. They defend themselves with phrases like “It’s a metaphor and I don’t want to explain it.”

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