BEFORE it’s difficult, in a capitalist society, to know where your genuine desires begin and where internalised narratives about what you should want end. i grew up a voracious reader, but i do not know, at the end of a literature degree, whether that means i am destined or doomed to a career as a writer, or if it is simply a road that leads to a dead-end.
you've captured many thoughts i've been having about poetry, lately, especially how it can be both a release for painful and complicated emotions in a way not found anywhere else and yet sometimes make those same pains worse. the glorification of pain as a way to reach truly 'beautiful' and 'meaningful' poetry can be a harmful one, and after all, 'meaning' in a capitalistic society is always tied in some way to what sells. Wonderful piece, many thoughts! <3
you've captured many thoughts i've been having about poetry, lately, especially how it can be both a release for painful and complicated emotions in a way not found anywhere else and yet sometimes make those same pains worse. the glorification of pain as a way to reach truly 'beautiful' and 'meaningful' poetry can be a harmful one, and after all, 'meaning' in a capitalistic society is always tied in some way to what sells. Wonderful piece, many thoughts! <3