“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.

 
From the daily archives: Wednesday, July 21, 2010