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Originally Posted by John Cole
I just read some dreadful poetry. I wish I were blissfully ignorant of it.
I'm highly ignorant of poetry. I'm not putting a feather in my hat here, but poetry is on form of writing that I truly dislike.
It's like math. A mathematician can look at all of those symbols see wonderful abstractions and history baked into every symbol. Once again, this is a subject I'm woefully ignorant of.
It's like jazz. Every note is built on a knowledge that goes back millennia, tracing back to Bach and his well-tempered clavier. When I hear a note that's overdone, I know it's a "joke," but I don't get the joke. When I hear a run, I know it's a homage to someone, but I don't know who that homage is to.
I'm dreadfully ignorant of many higher social points of life. You chose to trade blissful ignorance for the joy of finding the joy of something those blissful ignoramuses like me will never have the ability to comprehend.
At least your feeling with be fleeting. That one poem can never kill your love of poetry. Hell, 1,000 duds can never kill your love for poetry, and that's pretty cool in my eyes. If I read that poem, I'd say "Boom, all the proof I need! I'm going to go read a comic now."
Sincerely;
Mr Ignorant.