Poetry is, in fact, the pop music of written language. I came to this conclusion during an inner dialogue (and yes, I do mean dialogue and not monologue, I have internal conversations and arguments -- get over it) while contemplating my Lit class' reading for today.
I've been a person who dislikes poetry for some time. I find it uninteresting, and frankly I find little difference between Francis Petrarch and Bob the Goth who works days at the gas station down the block. Sure, the two may show the same differences that you'd see between The Beatle's "Help" and N'Sync's "Bye Bye Bye," but it's mindless pop music either way. Poetry lacks depth, poetry lacks meat.
Poetry is for those with limited imagination. To create rhythm, rather than tap the vast resources of language, a poet will break lines and disobey grammar. If they truly had creativity, they would have learned how to tap the vast music of language using the simple tools of comma and period.
Where prose is orchestral, and a novel a symphony, poetry is the weak voice of a boyband, pretending they haven't passed puberty.
Anyway, I finished reading Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett. It was my first dive into the "Disc World" series of his, and I found it quite enjoyable. It's been nice out today, but I think it's going to storm. There are days where storms make me happy, and there are days when storms bring no joy to me at all. Sadly, I think that tonight will be the latter type of storm.
I recently switched my e-mail over to Mozilla Thunderbird. That's right, my computer no longer has a copy of Netscape 4 on it. Thunderbird is a very swank little e-mail client, and is quite easy to use. I also intalled the extension which lets me minimize it to the system tray, making it quite convienent. I mainly like it because it lets me check both my TRHOnline.com account and my school e-mail from one program. And since I use the IMAP server for my UWEC account, it still leaves my Webmail intact.
Yeah, I really do like this program way to much... (*grin*)