Have always really enjoyed writing poetry and playing with rhyme and meter. I’ve never enjoyed reading poetry from famous poets. The first time I became interested in “high status” poetry, just for its status, I heard about the newest Poet Loriet. I looked up their poems, all excited to read clear, interesting takes on the human condition.

I think it was probably Kay Ryan at that time. Here is a poem by Kay that I found online:

The Elephant in the Room
Kay Ryan

The room is
almost all
elephant.
Almost none
of it isn’t.
Pretty much
solid elephant.
So there’s no
room to talk
about it.

It wasn’t the typical art critique that a layman would typically jump to that filled me, “I could do that” it was tge far worse feeling of, “If I had written this, I wouldn’t have thought to show anyone”

I pretty much decided then and there that poetry, like most art, it seems, has little to do with content or quality. More so with means and notoriety.

How is it people are at all surprised out society created a new generation more obsessed with being popular online than anything else?

Puzzle? This written from a cave they live in?

Carful, you start looking at areas of our society that don’t make any sense as an economic vehicle, and you might start advocating for giving food to people who are hungry and houses to people on the street!