Words don’t matter
I feel like I need to have some kind of confrontation with poetry. Poetry sucks. Poetry is the very contradiction of everything I believe. Poetry sets value to the words and to the actual order they’re recited in. It’s as useless and annoying as modern art, were the pattern of some random splatter defines the piece, as if it all mattered in some kind of way. But the real hate is against “everyday-poetry”, which is short, annoying phrases without any actual meaning, as: “Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?” now as John Green eloquently put it, or rather Hazel Grace: “This is an old argument in the field of Thinking About Suffering, and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries, but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not in anyway affect the taste of chocolate.”. Another just as annoying saying is ”It’s when you feel the saddest; that you feel the most alive”. I can’t find the original of this quote, but this thing has several mistakes:
- How could you feel alive without sadness? As if sadness is required to live a life, and not a happy life either, just more of it.
- Now if this is true, isn’t this then more of a motivation to go kill yourself?
Now over to the second problem I have with poetry. It’s supposed to fill words with value and meaning. That’s stupid. Think of all those people who gets verbally abused everyday. Those words shouldn’t mean shit. Isn’t that what we’re telling them? “They’re just words, they don’t matter. Mind you, they’re probably just jealous”. No. Not in this society. If we really put this value in these words, it’s time for someone to suicide, because, well, those words really meant something, yeah…
And while we’re at it. “Haters gonna hate”. They don’t hate for no apparent reason. They hate because, well, they don’t like it. Not everyone likes everything. Actually more people dislike your awful singing. And if you really feel the need to expose that horrible sight and voice on youtube, good for you. But don’t go around complaining about being told that you’re horrible.
- WORDS HAVE NO MEANING.
- Ignore those fuckers and get better (as if you’re horrible voice is a slickness…)
- Just quit it, find another hobby.
And to those insecure fourteen-yearolds with usernames such as “w4tsss0n301” who tells this girl that she should cease to live because she’s a terrible singer: You need to reassess your own contribution to society.
- Your words don’t matter
- You’re probably being abused at home, or neglected. While your parents who live in the suburbia, with you, strive to make a living, and yet you’re an ungrateful little prick who
- Let your problems go out on people whose self esteem is probably worse than yours.
- But don’t be lenient, and don’t lie. This could have worse consequences than being honest. so:
Instead of saying: “U shuld go kill you’reself. UR UGLY & ca’nt Sing”
Say: “You have troubles getting the right pitch. No offence, but this does not sound good. Keep practicing. Se a vocal instructor if you can. Good luck”
And well. The second one there can be just as rough, but, it’s honest, and at least constructive.
/The irony of wring a blog, yet hate the concept of words with meaning.
