it's the age old "it's not for yooouu" suspicion. I'm not against art being difficult or having additional layers, but it quickly devolves into the pits of the senseless drivel, and making something appear 'deeper' than it actually is, seems like a safety net to prevent people from seeing this.
But then I don't read poetry, so I couldn't say.
But I also don't believe all things should be aimed at full understanding either, so I'm also a hypocrite. yay!
I used to explain everything in any work I produced. The meaning etc. but the more I read up on analysing literature/poetry, the more I realised, that that in its self is misleading (you can't and shouldn't really explain all possible interpretations), and/or this is not the best practise.
Explain for instance what beauty is? Aesthetic beauty is a subjective thing. And poetry like all the arts adhere to the interpretation rule.
A better example is this. "A dreary sunset." Perhaps I can explain the cognitive connotations of a 'dreary sunset', the connotation of misery. etc. I've written it, and that is the idea I was going for.
And I don't really have to paint that picture in your head; I don't know whether you see an orange ball, over a black sea, or like my avatar (the shadows of birds fluttering in the dusk against the blue sky), but you may see something similar - an image conjured from your own experience.
See I can explain the cognitive experience, but how do I explain how I've combined a weather phenomenon* to a human emotion? And why those two words together work so well? It was deliberate on my part to put those two words together. But why do they 'fit'? Where did they come from?
I think Stephen King said this too; there's a magic there, I can't explain.
This isn't the same thing as uttering nonsense, and expecting acclaim. And then saying: nobody understands you. Which is where your 'senseless drivel' comes into play.
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W.B. Yeats - I have spread my dreams under your feet
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats
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Treading softly on dreams... Each to their own, but I love this line.
edit: *weather phenomenon? more like an natural environment. ;P