The frequency of pain
This poem rang true for me and I also liked the writing itself. I started to write a comment, and then didn’t know what to say. He had written about something painful and I had appreciated it; therefore, was I enjoying his pain? Of course not, but I was experiencing a humming from the frequency of his pain.
Bleeding all over his typewriter
I was reminded of Hemingway’s comment on writing; that all there is to it is sitting down at a typewriter and bleeding. Michael had bled over his typewriter (keyboard?) and had produced a poem that affected others, as indicated by the comments left for him. And, I’m still thinking about it today.
What’s different here?
What is it about appreciating this poem that feels inappropriate to me? Like many of you, I have read a lot. My reading has included some difficult topics with some painful stories. This isn’t unusual. So, what’s different here?
An abstraction to a community
The difference here is that I wasn’t reading a poem by an author who was an abstract concept to me. I wasn’t reading a ready-to-market piece that had been polished and packaged by a team of editors, agents and marketers. I was reading a poem by a blogger who is part of a blogging community. I was experiencing a kinship; one of which I was previously unaware. This kinship allows us to be attuned to emotions and experiences in a unique way; we can hum along the same frequency.
This is my first blog and I’m already inspired by my fellow bloggers and the blogging community at large. Really, how had I not known of this years earlier?
Thank you to my fellow bloggers; to all of you who share your stories and your art, and who engage in mutual support and encouragement. I’m amazed, humbled and happy to be among you all.