April is poetry month, and once again I have roped myself into (Lord help me) writing a new poem every day throughout the month. It brings questions to mind to which I have no good answer. Why? Who cares? Well you may ask.
I was taking a sabbatical from Das Rheingold on Saturday and listening to The Debaters on CBC. This was the very topic: Question–Is poetry still relevant? The "pro" position was taken by a prominent Canadian poet who said that poetry was of inestimable value to individuals who are–let us say ill-proportioned–in obtaining face-time with the opposite sex. His opponent was the grudge-bearing son of a member of the Canadian League of Poetry, who said poetry only made sense to the deeply bongified and the congenitally maudlin, examples of which had darkened his kitchen table throughout childhood. Bringing to mind the admonition of Lazarus Long, the Heinlein character: "Beware a man who reads his own poetry in public; he may have other unpleasant habits."
You can discover evidence for either point of view among the new poems in my One April blog. And you can give me a hand. I have 24 more poems to write over the next few weeks, and have good ideas for maybe one or two of them. Feel free to advise, admonish or excoriate me in a comment below.


