Reading this collection of modern poetry just reminds me of how uncreative I am. I blame it all on college. It sucks the wonderousness out of you and fills you with things like MLA style, bibliographies, and … logic.
If only I could be as creative as Tracy K. Smith in her collection of poems in Life on Mars. I first learned of this book on Insatiable Book Sluts and I am so glad I followed their recommendation (perhaps they deserve an … award!?) Author Tracy Smith teaches creative writing at Princeton and lives in Brooklyn. She won the Pulitzer last year for this collection of poetry.
What a cool lady. I mean, am I right, or am I right?
And her father worked for NASA back in the day. I love thinking about space so I was hoping for some really cool poetry that combined space, time and human emotions.
But the problem is that I just am not a fan of poetry. I want to like it. I see people connect with it and I see their love of it.
However, I would rather have my literature just spelled out for me in common language.
I read poetry and all I can think is, “I know she’s saying something else here, something beneath the surface … but what the hell is it?”
Perhaps I would enjoy poetry more if someone sat next to me while I read it and just explained it all to me.
It’s because of my lack of comprehending poetry that I give this book a nibble. I’m sure if I could sit and talk with Tracy Smith (hint! hint!) about Life on Mars then I would think it’s RAWResome. I just need that extra nudge, you know?