"Poetry Is Like Truth; Nobody Likes It? " Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

"Poetry Is Like Truth; Nobody Likes It? "



"Poetry is like truth; nobody likes it? "
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
The New York Times Book Review today
Had a Poetry Round Table which had a preview of authors' selections
And although I have not read most of the authors
I liked them, playing musical chairs and being in view in a different way instead;

Julian Barnes's new novel "The Noise of Time" will be published in 2016
And his selection is A.E. Housman's "The Laws of God, the Laws of Man"
Which is all about a few traits like independence of mind and independence of spirit
And if having good diction when reciting, one must with feeling say: "if keep we can";

Graydon Carter, the editor in chief of Vanity Fair who is old hat from an article in The Globe and Mail
Spoke of a moving poem, "High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
And he was sold on it when it was a part of the Canadian school curriculum
And it does not discuss the plight of the flying soldiers but celebrates the joy of being unfettered from the bond of Earth;

Ta-Nehisi Coates who is a national correspondent at The Atlantic and whose book, my son is reading
Said his favourite poem had to be Robert Hayden's "Middle Passage"
Because of the rational thought about America it expresses and how the poem says it, he says
And the not always beautiful silhouette it outlines and despite its history of enslavement, does not play second fiddle usually;

And I, in our Indo-Canadian house which is personified by the maple leaf with straight left and right aspects to the whole,
Ponder on the "entropy of time" and if I need to make it a more orderly world with the structuring of time in my life
And that is by getting an actual job for money, then I would have to increase my enthalpy, in the sense, become hot and bothered
And please do recall that the increase in temperature is combined with the entropy term in the Gibbs free energy equation;

I began this poem a couple of years ago and it took Father Time
A time warp in the sense that both the poem and I have aged but not literally
For we are still our vibrant selves
And if the books have collected some dust along the way,
I have become a sort of a first by being a chemical engineer to be published in the arts and literature in a variety of ways on the internet.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: books,expression,poetry
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