“i Don’t Like Poetry! ” Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Karl Stuart Kline

Karl Stuart Kline

Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!

“i Don’t Like Poetry! ”



How many times have I heard that?

More times than I can count, certainly!

BUT, many of those same people have come back to me, saying, “I like YOUR poetry! ”

It’s true!

They do!

But WHY?
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Distillation...

...is more than a process by which fine wine becomes superlative whiskey.

...is taking the essence of something and concentrating the most desirable part of it into the smallest practical package.

...is grasping the essence of any aspect of society over which lesser writers will expend gallons of ink, reams of paper and hours of their reader’s precious time, then condensing it in such a way that is easily understood, readily memorized and oft repeated.

...is the difference between a common piece of writing (that is read once and tossed aside) and that which is savored, treasured and held on to, becoming a family heirloom, returned to again and again for generations!
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Story telling-

It can be fact or it can be fiction.

With poetic license, even that distinction can become blurred at times, using fictional examples to illustrate higher truths, something that’s been done since the time of Aesop’s Fables.
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The Fact Is...

...that I’m writing this to promote my own work.

...that I won’ misrepresent what I have to offer.

...that there are enough amazing truths out there – enough that I don’t need to resort to fiction, although, like Aesop, I might use a fictional character to illustrate a higher truth.

...that some of my work (not all!) is available at an online archive – www.poemhunter.com/karl-stuart-kline

...that many of my best and most controversial works are still only available through my books.

...that more background on me is available through my web sites, www.poeticat.com and www.scaredsafe.org.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Val Morehouse 16 August 2008

It's me again, Karl...playing around in your thought fields. Don't you know, buddy, that all the good poets are dead? : -) Ya think? Try my answer to that poetry canard 'Elegy for the Last Word'

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