bi_janus Posted January 7, 2012 Report Share Posted January 7, 2012 The Poetry of Happiness (1980) Bi_janus The poetry of happiness is bland, of happiness threatened, grand, of unstudied joy is sublime, of joy in shadow, a finer clime. Link to comment
Camy Posted January 7, 2012 Report Share Posted January 7, 2012 I suppose. Though 'bland' seems to irk. Sorry. Link to comment
Cole Parker Posted January 7, 2012 Report Share Posted January 7, 2012 That's one way to look at it. C Link to comment
Camy Posted January 7, 2012 Report Share Posted January 7, 2012 I suppose. Though 'bland' seems to irk. Sorry. I should explain, maybe. Otherwise it comes over as tart and snarky. Happiness is bright, it's cheery and warm. It's summer days lolling by a beach with the one you love. It's the small of lilac, it's cuddling under the duvet anticipating sex. Bland isn't. It's beige, it's air freshener, it's dull, it's boring. it's the onset of a cold. It's meh, but without any spirit. The poem I like, Bland, though, doesn't seem to fit. But that's only my opinion. Link to comment
bi_janus Posted January 8, 2012 Author Report Share Posted January 8, 2012 There are days I yearn for bland, a word that has taken an unfair pejorative cast. Years ago, bland meant soothing or smooth in nature, and I suppose in one way, uniform. Of course, it's entirely possible that I'm just not skillful enough to pull off the poetry of happiness. On the poetry of the duvet, I'd have to agree with Camy. And, C, you have it exactly. Link to comment
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