A Rant About Poetry, for Those Who Care
In every decade for the past two hundred years, every decade leading to this, there has been at least one poet to define the decade with simple, beautiful words. (Or in some cases, archaic, beautiful words.) The position of the poet in the world is to give some sort of definition to the general conciousness of the populace for their generation.
1900-1910- William Butler Yeats
1910-1920- Carl Sandburg
1920-1930- T.S. Eliot
1930-1940- Wallace Stevens, Dylan Thomas
1940-1950- William Carlos Williams
1950-1960- Robert Frost, Pablo Neruda
1960-1970- Allen Ginsberg, Charles Bukowski
1970-1980- Seamus Heaney, Octavio Paz
1980-1990- John Berryman (yes, good poetry was written in the 80's.)
1990-2000- Robert Pinsky
Now we await the poet of our fading decade. Here we are, 6 years into the two thousands and nobody has stepped forward to create a relevant poetic ouerve to immortalize this time and place in the scroll of recorded history. Good time for some quotes:
"The poet must write as the interpreter of nature, and the legislator of mankind, and consider himself as presiding over the thoughts and manners of future generations; as a being superior to time and place." --Dr. Johnson
"The money is everywhere and so are the businessmen. Poetry is everywhere, but where are the poets? What we need are poets!" --Fellini
Has our culture become so deadened to the over-publication of ideas, (i.e. THE BLOODY INTERNET) that we have lost touch with purity, with verse which defies mass consumption but rather serves as an underlying ideological backbone? Without a new poetry, without that commitment to the beauty of the idiom, we are doomed to get lost in this superficial, sound-byte culture.
Anybody aware of relevant verse being published? Where? Please help me. I'm getting depressed.