Poetry is supposed to be spoken out loud. Right? So a written down poem is inherently an impoverished poem. And a poem obtained too quickly and easily through the quick tapping and spellcheck of word processors might just be impoverished, doubly-so.
It could probably be argued that the invention of paper and word processors have not been kind to poetry. But I’m not going to further argue that here. I’m going to let that thought loop, loop, loop. Someone could dream about that at night while they dream that out loud and not without wondrous, ponderous colors. I’m not pointing fingers. Wait. Now I am. Now I am. Still doing it. Dream, you, reader of this, of a world free from the impoverishment of paper and word processor poems.
In this dream, there could be music, intonation and inflection just in time and as the author felt it. All poets could do these things. Verily.
This dream could be reality.
But, sneeriously, the advent of podcasting, home studio equipment and digital signal processing software such as Garageband, Audacity and Pro Tools could spell out B.I.G O.P.P.O.R.T.U.N.I.T.I.E.S for otherwise frustrated and obscure poets. Go ahead, poets, give your creations breath and life. I ain’t gonna stop you. Or am I?
Consider this a call to
arms, errr – ERROR… words. Yeah, that’s right, a call to words for the Remix of Poetry, into a more 21st-Century-friendly, multimedia experience.
I’ll go first. You may have heard or read this poem before. But it’s been remixed by magical poet-trolls that dwell, small-wise, in yonder forest. Sure, there have been poems about love, politics, religion… death, baseball, nature, et al. This is a poem about Greed. In these modern times I feel it rather apro- Poe (heh-heeh…).