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Poetry's Movies

"Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"  Day 2076 August 29, 2019 

Prompt: "I think that is what film and art and music do, they work as a map of sorts, for your feelings." Bruce Springsteen What are your thoughts about this?

If music be the food of love, then play on... Uh NO. Scratch that. I messed that quote up! Well, maybe food is more soulful than anything lol. You should hear me relate a joke—I can't remember the punch lines and totally suck at telling them. Well, at even repeating them, I mean.

I dream in music, which oughta tell you something about how much I relate it to my feelings, even subconscious ones. As a teenager I loved music; everyone thought it was pretty normal because what teen doesn't enjoy music, eh? But I would write out the lyrics to my favorite songs over and over until I had memorized them. I slept to music, albeit on a low volume. I didn't attend my first concert until I was sixteen, and then only two as an adult, but I enjoyed them! (The wacky tobaccy contact highs from up in the nosebleed bleachers? Not so much.) I never have liked crowds.

Now that I guess I consider myself a fledgling poet, music plays a huge part in my writing process. The reason I write is that oft-annoying, completely misunderstood reason that—at first glance—comes off as incredibly selfish. Yup, that one: I write for me. Which isn't to say that I write on THIS site just for me, as otherwise why would I bother to post it here? No, I write as a cathartic process first and foremost to get my shit out of my head and onto some dead paper where it won't harm me. I believe keeping things bottled up inside causes cancer. Seriously. However, I need to post it somewhere (and I choose WdC exclusively) so I can be accountable Accountable to keep writing about my crapola, which is almost always sad and angst-ridden; I mean my happy poems are the ones in the sludge pile. Slush pile. Yeah, that's it! If I didn't post it somewhere, I would just stop writing, and that is not a good thing for Adrie.

Music, however, is just pure enjoyment. When writing something sad or angsty I need a good song that matches my mood. In fact, I need a whole playlist in my Apple Music of songs that match my mood! I connect with the music mentally and emotionally, sure, but also viscerally—I can almost feel it throughout my body. I can at times enter an almost trace-like state, getting a good amount of writing done. Only downside to this method for epic-poem writing is that interruptions ruin the process. How often do you think a dozen cats interrupt 'mama'? Too freaking often

Music is poetry's movies.

And don't worry, I have a dozen cats because I like them; they just are so annoying when it comes to mama 'working'. Hey, whata they don't know won't kill 'em