Life, as we know it, is about to change

Thanks for reading this blog. As you would have been able to see from the dates in which the blog posts have been done, this is not the most active blog in the world, and it’s not the most inactive one either.

Since I promised to make this blog one to do with the arts, I would like to share a few ideas that have been floating in my head for an unspecified amount of time now.

I start with a poem, that I will write on the spot, so that I can expand on it.

Facial Hair – Nirmal Kirtisinghe

A beard is a beard,
No matter how weird
Sometimes it is feared
and can even be cleared.

A beard sometimes can be smeared
with grease or something weird
but you should not be feared,
because your beard is smeared.

Some beards are revered,
some are cleared
maybe even jeered,
but hardly cheered.

My own beard
appeared
quite weird
then it was cleared

This poem is weird
supposedly about a beard
deserves to be jeered
should have wished you disappeared.

That is some bad poetry for you. It was going nowhere, and it had very little deep meaning or significance. Its genre, if one can classify it into one, is nonsense. It is, by all means, utter nonsense. Why a person would write such a thing eludes me to this day. Why I would write such a thing myself is a total mystery to me. If that poem is to be compared to a dog, it would have been put down a long time ago. If it were a vegetable, not even a maggot would eat it. If it were a wild animal, it would have died of hunger. It’s that bad a poem. I personally think that to call it bad poetry would be an insult to bad poetry everywhere, and that it actually ended up in this particular web log is total and utter blasphemy. But wait. I could have not put this here. I could have shielded you, the reader, from this monstrosity of a thing, but I did not do that. I could not do that, for one reason in particular, other than for my sense of sadism.

That reason is exposure. I wanted you to be exposed to this “poem” because I believe that you will start to appreciate other poetry (mine as well as others’) more than you do now. You will go looking for the cure to the illness this thing gave you. You will start to actively pursue other forms of poetry, in all the languages that you know, maybe even learn new languages so that you can read and appreciate good poetry in that language. May be you would, but chances (I am thinking 99.99%) are that you won’t do any of those things.

Why did I write it as such, if it does not make sense to do so? Well, it’s what I do as a creative person. I confuse you. I disgust you and torture you with my words. Have you noticed that my own critique of the above work is much more voluminous than the work itself (if one can call it work, that is.)

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