Why can’t I appreciate poetry?
Why can’t I appreciate poetry? Those of you who follow this blog may wonder why I have suddenly switched from weighty matters to something apparently so frivolous. But believe me, the question I ask, is nontrivial, and is also forged in some (minor) childhood trauma. And some of that childhood angst has resurfaced, as I have been encountering more poems than usual. On of the reasons for this is a 2016 film called Paterson (by Jim Jarmusch, with Adam Driver in the lead: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5247022/ ) which I serendipitously ended up watching, twice. The film is a gentle rumination on life, poetry, and poets from the city of Paterson, New Jersey. By the way, highly recommended if you wish for a quiet meditative afternoon. Anyway, all this got me thinking about why I have difficulty understanding poetry, all over again. I realize that what follows is a very personal lament that may be of little interest. But then again, dear reader, with regard to the appreciatio...