I wrote a poem today:
Oh! Banana, Dear Banana!
You are so beautiful banana!
You are my favourite, banana!
I love you banana! Take care.
That’s just shitty poetry, you and I both know that, but perhaps a monkey or Biswa’s bachelors would understand this ode I give to bananas!
I keep stumbling upon Haikus these days. A Haiku is a Japanese form of short poetry typically consisting of 17 phonetic sounds divided in three phrases. Here’s a classic example of a Haiku:
You get the gist don’t you?
Everyone I know is attempting to write Haikus — left, right and centre — even if it makes zero sense! And guess what the best part is? It’s being appreciated like a true piece of art, which got me to thinking:
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS SHITTY POETRY.
How? Let me explain.
This post on Affimity about Tyler Knott Gregson (TKG) is seriously inspiring!
Basically, TKG is a fan of writing poems. He’s been doing that since middle school. One fine day he stumbles across an old typewriter and spontaneously types out a haiku! Bam! He realizes this is his calling and starts writing short poems and publishing them on social media. One thing leads to another and TKG is soon publishing a collection of these poems in a book titled “Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series.”
He is an instant hit with the general public.
Note that I said general public. Poetry elitists have completely written it off as a bunch of garbage packaged in enticing fonts and endorsed by a man “straight out of an American Apparel” ad!
I’m no poetry elitist, so I’m going to say I like some of TKG’s work. For example this:
It’s endearing. Imagine someone you love sends this to you all of a sudden, out of the blue, wouldn’t it make you smile in surprise?
The simplicity, the directness and the flaws are what make TKG’s work this popular. This reviewer on Goodreads says it lacks any substance and is really a shame to poetry.
In his own words:
There is nothing of substance here. Most of the poems feel like someone took the cutesy lines in a teen romance novel and added line-breaks haphazardly to call it a poem.
…the writing itself feels quite juvenile and disingenuous. There is nothing here you wouldn’t find scribbled in the notebook of any love-sick teenager, the sort of poems you scrawl on last second Valentines Day cards or the sort of dribble when read in a creative writing class that makes everyone awkward and embarrassed for the presenter.
He goes on to write an in-depth analysis of what works for TKG and also claims to understand why it sells (read my note above on how it appeals to general public). He recommends it to nobody.
He probably wishes it wouldn’t sell as many copies as it did or will do.
The truth is, Mr.reviewer, it will sell.
We all love things we relate to! If someone wrote a shitty poem about their love for bananas and you love bananas too, that person is in your team bruh! You’re a unit! You cannot hate that poem about banana! You’ll be forming a Banana republic soon! (Alright! Sorry about that rotten pun.)
Similarly, TKG captures the feelings, struggles and emotions of an average person pretty well.
Also, how can he help if he is a good-looking man? He is using it to do some charity! If you checked his Twitter page, you’d find him endorsing several organizations with philanthropic interests. I read, he donated $2 of every pre-ordered unit of the book to a suicide prevention organization!
The world is filled with pedants and experts ready to dispense free advice, opinions and critique. Use big words. Dig complex graves of something simple that gives people pleasure.
I’m not against critique. My point is, simplicity is greatly underrated and spontaneous writing, looked down upon. An unedited version holds so much raw emotion, no matter how coarsely it is expressed.
Not everybody is a Emily Dickinson or a Walt Whitman. Some are Tyler Knott Gregson. Some are Rapti.