Eloise Klein Healy was selected by Los Angeles’ mayor Antonio Villaraigosa as the poet laureate of the city. What qualifications does she have? Not her birthright: she was born in El Paso, Texas and grew up in rural Iowa. And her poetry certainly is awful. At least the several I read. (Good job, Tony Villar Jr.) Further proof that the wise move to Texas and the non-wise move away. Which could be a good thing. Hmm, I take back that sarcastic good job, Tony Villar Jr. and replace it with a heartfelt: good job, Tony Villar Jr.!
Blogging from the brig. . .
Quote:
po·et·ry
/ˈpōətrē/
Noun
Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm;…
A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems: “poetry and fire are nicely balanced in the music”.
END.
Easily identified yet so difficult to define. Early school days implants the idea, often for many that is it.
For me poetry is a personal thing that resonates with mood. I have numerous favourite poets as well as a library of books on the subject.
And as Winnie-the-Pooh said…
“Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you”.
Winnie-the-Pooh, Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne.
And for the more grown up amongst us…
“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech”.
Simonides (556 BC – 468 BC).
If the later is so; then in my humble opinion, Eloise Klein Healy is colour blind and she paints loudly!
Yours Aye.
A William Blake, a Robert Burns, Eloise is not. Her sole poetic lean is her name. Sort of a William Carlos Williams thing.
You have nailed it there NavyOne…
Aye.
Whoops, I forgot to mention Mr. Frost. Not Jack, but Robert. And thanks for the nailing confirmation. I’ve been working on the aim of my poetic nail gun.