“Poetry” conjures up images of English gardens, late night readings in coffee shops or salon gatherings for some.

I listen to poetry every day.  On Pandora.

To me, poetry not only conveys feelings, but also represents unlikely pairings of words and images.  I heard this today, and the way the words mixed together and the way the artist presented them was… well, impressive.

In touch with the ground
I’m on a hunt down after you
Smell like I sound I’m lost in a crowd.
And I’m hungry like the wolf.
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I’m on a hunt down after you.
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I’m hungry like the wolf**

Art is everywhere.  Popularity and mass consumption have little effect on value, as far as I’m concerned. I would even say that those who are dismissive of something just because it makes a lot of money or is palatable by the majority are missing the point of art entirely.

Also, I hope Walt Whitman and this person aren’t too offended that I’ve categorized them along with Duran Duran as some of my favorites.  Something tells me it’ll be fine.

**This selection was in no way influenced by the notion that a certain American eight year old of Pakistani heritage growing up in the 80s may or may not have had about entering into the state of matrimony with Nick Rhodes.