Thank You Matt, I Did Badly

Well, Buscaglia fills my soul with
magic, this means I summarized
his wonderful, vibrant words badly
and I shall take them off, and I apologise
for making such a bad job of it.

“The poetry is only me as much as
a fictional story is it's writer.”

For me, a fictional story IS a reflection
of its writer – the mere fact of choosing
certain subjects, presenting in a certain
way, making certain comments, the ending
the author chooses – all reveals the writer,
attitude, disposition, values and principles.

In literature study – English, French and
German literature – the stories only made
sense to me once we had studied the author.
I was repelled by Balzac’s books, and reading
about him as a person, with a coarse attitude
to life, my feeling was justified.
If literature disgust me, I measure it studying
the author, and each time I find the kind of
person whose values and ideas repel me.

Poem or prose, often I feel the values and
attitudes of authors and thus screen my
reading matter as carefully as I screen friends,
sounds, images and experiences, not willing
to be exposed to things that undermine my
ability to function. In school and university we
were forced to read all books prescribed, even
if they made us nauseous. Today I’m a free
agent with my own criteria and only read
material that contribute to creating a positive,
upbeat life – while respecting the right of
everybody to read and write what they like.

“And my poetry is more interactive than you think!”

Kindly elucidate, do you mean because you write
something and leave it to the reader to read anything
they please into it?

“I want to write stereograms where people see
in them things I never imagined!”

I saw disillusionment in your poem and can
motivate why, hope it was not a shock to you.

As always, thanks for reading and commenting,
Kind regards, Peanuts.