Antsy, like there is a veritable ant farm just under my skin. I am restless today. I cannot sit still, cannot even sit. I am a little weary. Does anyone even care? Most likely no.
I was thinking about what a person is feeling and how to and not to use this in poetry. I usually do not use current feelings. I may take a current situation, or (more frequently) an image, and mix that with fiction. What would that duct tape mean if someone else brought it, or if it were taken to some other fictional character? What would it be like to be in love with Judith of kicked-out-of -the-bible-fame? (I am sort of in love with her, though, and what does it mean to be in love with a myth? Or do we all only ever fall for myths of our own creating?)
There was a time, when I was young and naive, when I thought that it was very important for a writer to be currently feeling what they were writing to give it an immediate effect. Now, though, I know that this only results in vague poetry. Poetry without grounding. The sort of fluff that you throw up in the air and have to wait thousands of years for it to reach the ground or your heart. You cannot wait for it.
Not that I always abide by my own rules. I sometimes let a poem slip out without incubating, I write it on paper or on this blog before it should be anywhere out of my mind. But I always know that it’s not too good.
Not that poetry needs to be void of feeling, everyone. We just need to control the feeling in our poetry. Even uncontrolled feeling needs purpose and direction. Look at Ginsberg’s “Howl”. Now that is a masterpiece that is full of rage and overflow while also having a point.