Romantic…
Posted by Paul on 14th February 2007
I’m a romantic. I can admit it.
I believe in love at first sight. I believe in soul mates and romance, in couples that have been together 50 years still wooing each other and people holding hands walking through the park. I think people fall in love- sometimes quickly, sometimes taking decades, hopefully somewhere in the middle.
And yet… I kind of hate Valentine’s Day. I’ve never liked it. It’s always felt like such a contrived holiday, made up by the marketing people to sell flowers and jewelry and cards and stuff like that.
If you’re not in a relationship, you feel like a big loser, because you’re supposed to have a sweetie. If you ARE in a relationship, you’re supposed to spend money, but be sure you spend the right amount- too much and you’re overdoing it, too little and you’re a cheap bastard.
Even as a kid in school I wasn’t a big fan of the day. We used to do those stupid little Valentine’s Day cards and the teachers kind of had rules about if you were giving them out, you had to give them out to everyone… which totally defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?
(And what the heck are kids in grade school doing giving Valentine’s cards, anyway?)
So what’s a romantic who hates Valentine’s day supposed to do? Sigh.
In other news… it appears that I’m not a big fan of poetry, either.
I’m taking English 101, Composition. (As the course catalog says… Introduction to the writing process. Writing assignments focus on major strategies of non-fiction prose, with subject matter drawn from firsthand experience and observation.)
I went to college for about a year and a half, and it didn’t go really well (I bombed out of Arizona State, made a brief comeback at Washington State University, and then petered out again) but I kind of need to get a degree for things I’m thinking about doing when I retire from the FAA, so it’s back to school- and I need to pound out a lot of basics right now.
Despite the fact that I write a lot (too much, many would say) the class is turning out to be quite a challenge for me, primarily due to the instructor’s style and to my own personality traits.
One of the things he has us do is take a poem and paraphrase it; then sum up our paraphrased version; then write an essay on that summation. And I hate this.
I’m just not a big fan of poetry. I read all kinds of stuff, but have never gotten into poetry; it’s just too self-conscious, too artsy-fartsy for me.
To me, good writing might take a lot of time and effort and energy, but not in trying to find fancy words or be sure that everything rhymes; if it takes a long time it should be because the writer is really crafting the writing so it conveys a story (or a theory or whatever) as well as possible while still retaining the author’s style.
Poetry, on the other hand, strikes me as not being about telling an entertaining story or conveying information or making an argument. Poetry always seems (to me, anyway) to be about showing off- clever wordplay or evocative phrases. Yawn.
So the class is both good and bad. It’s bad because I’m losing interest and don’t really want to do the work; it’s good because when I DO manage to get off my ass and get it done, I’m challenged, I have to think, and it probably is making me a better writer- or at least a more widely trained writer.
I was thinking of this today while I was trying to decide if I’m a romantic or not. Don’t romantics like poetry? Discuss.
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