Name: I, Too, Dislike It
Uploaded: 2020-03-30T04:50:43.000Z
Duration: 4 min 1 s
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So there's this Marianne Moore poem called Poetry, which begins I to dislike it.

There are things that are important beyond all this fiddle, which is more or less how I felt about poetry for much of my life, partly because it seemed a little dead in the sense that, like all the poets I could name, were in fact dead.

So there didn't seem to be like a present tense to poetry.

But also I never felt smart enough to get poetry like I thought, to read a poem.

Well, you had to be able to know that the wolf howling in the distance represented the poets, dead father or whatever, and that if you could figure that out, you were good at reading poems.

And if you couldn't you were bad at reading them, in which case I was bad.

So I mostly quit reading poems and tried instead to focus on the things that were important beyond all that fiddle.

As Marianne Moore puts it later in that poem, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine, and I am desperate to discover places for the genuine, and I'm also desperate for language that will help me understand the weird and overwhelming worlds I encounter within and without.

For me, so much of my experience in the world is just like resistant toe language, which makes it hard for me to understand.

Like I find it very difficult to describe my anxiety.

Until I read a Page Louis poem in which they write, I feel as if I'm on the moon listening to the air hiss out of my space suit and I can't find the rip.

I'm the vice president of Panic and the president is missing, and I find it hard to understand and describe how, in a bout with depression it feels like reality is falling out from beneath me.

Until I read Emily Dickinson, right, and then a plank in reason broke and I dropped down and down and hit a world at every plunge.

And I also need poacher because it helps me imagine other people and their experiences more complexly So, working with the after mentioned page Louis, we've started a new YouTube channel in collaboration with the Poetry Foundation called hours poetical.

It features a poem read to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

The readers might be poets like Paige Louis or non poets like Shay Ling Woodley.

I think there are a lot of people out there who love poetry, but just don't yet know that they love poetry.

Like you might think you don't like poetry.

But listen to this poem by Julia on Randall.

From yesterday's episode, My name's Julian Randol and I'll be reading my poem on the night I consider coming out to my parents, which I wrote in the aftermath of the pulse shooting on the night.

I am afraid of something I am but have never named.

How does one still fear banishment if they were born in exile?

I am black and Dominican and bisexual there.

If I die now, you'll have a hint for which God to petition.

Sometimes I look at a man and my hands are already digging into the small country of his back in this way the body is a distraction from what could make the body just a memory.

My lips could bring a man's blood to the surface.

My mother raised a curse and gave it her face.

Nobody comes to clear the dead somewhere My mother is gripping a rosary to pray for men who look like me somewhere.

I do not want to give her something else to worry about.

Leon And everyone who has participated in ours.

I hope you'll check it out at the link in the doo boo doo below and subscribe.

And that you will find in it as I have a place for the genuine.