On the way back home from visiting U of T today I was on the subway, and during the brief time in which I wasn't asleep, I read a short "Poetry on the Way" poem entitled
For John Thompson. This is the poem:
Some nights
poetry
is not enough
And I was thinking about that for a while, because if a poet says that sometimes poetry isn't enough -- poetry isn't enough to make her (I forget the poet's name, but it was Heather something, I think) happy, or to make her feel good -- then something must be seriously wrong. A poet would have to be very sad or very unhappy for poetry to not help him or her, for poetry to not be enough. I just thought it was an interesting concept.
Something else that is interesting is what is considered Art or Poetry. Some of the art that I looked at at the National Gallery in Ottawa was so simple that someone like me could have produced the same piece of work; the only difference being, of course, that I didn't, and that I wouldn't think to sell it as a piece of art if I had. Strange indeed.
