Last night’s crowning was blessedly uneventful. It took longer than necessary due to a multi-tasking dentist who was working on two other patients in addition to myself. He did a good job though. It was just the long bouts of sitting in the chair between parts of the procedure that made me a wee bit crazy. I got home so numbed up I couldn’t tell if the glass of water I was trying to drink from was against my lips or whether, if I tipped it up to drink, it would spill down the front of me instead. I watched the presidential debate in a tired daze then collapsed into bed. The only residual effects from last night is a slightly sore and tired jaw.
But enough about that. I want to wish all my UK friends a happy National Poetry Day. It also gives me an excuse to provide a link to an article by a poet Ian McMillan who was inspired to read and write poetry by a teacher.
I came across Poetry Prescriptions in the Guardian (via) and kind of wanted to poke my eyes out. I get that it is raising awareness about poetry. I get that it is a fun event. I get that it shows people that poetry can be an everyday thing. But the idea of poetry as a prescription for what ails you rubs me the wrong way. Treating poetry like medicine or a self-help manual does nobody any good. I’m not saying poetry can’t help cure what ails us, but to give people who don’t usually read poetry the idea that the purpose of poetry is to provide a quick pick-me-up or an expression of love for a sweetie is bad. Most of poetry does not fill this role. We don’t expect this of fiction why should we of poetry?
But then, maybe I am making something out of nothing. Here is a peace offering, “Haiku” by American poet Sonia Sanchez:
your love was a port
of call where many ships docked
until morning came
Heh. Read that how you will.
Now, completely off topic, I just have to point you to this great blog post about how Buffy the Vampire Slayer promotes research as a public good. Yay Buffy!