Poetry, along with some other art forms, always struck me as inherently uninteresting to the point where I find it hard to believe anyone actually enjoys it. I see some people who are obviously moved by poetry, so clearly I’m just at one end of the spectrum. To each their own.
I only rarely find interesting or moving visual art. I can be loads more interested by a description of a picture, but seldom to the same extent as by a piece of poetry. One co-worker (boss, actually) of mine said she just did not get poetry, and I tried to see other differences in how we tick—I think she’s more self-assured and appreciative of data drawn in tables, but that’s all. Sometimes, I really wonder if aesthetics are partly genetics...
Poetry, along with some other art forms, always struck me as inherently uninteresting to the point where I find it hard to believe anyone actually enjoys it. I see some people who are obviously moved by poetry, so clearly I’m just at one end of the spectrum. To each their own.
I only rarely find interesting or moving visual art. I can be loads more interested by a description of a picture, but seldom to the same extent as by a piece of poetry. One co-worker (boss, actually) of mine said she just did not get poetry, and I tried to see other differences in how we tick—I think she’s more self-assured and appreciative of data drawn in tables, but that’s all. Sometimes, I really wonder if aesthetics are partly genetics...