Well, I’m not going to claim to be a master or a guide in this, but I agree with your statement about a creative revolution. This world has forgotten it has a soul, in whatever way you want to interpret that, in the quest for efficiency. Sometimes cutting away the parts that don’t point immediately from point A to point B as “useless” cuts away the entire point of wanting to get to point B in the first place.

Poetry was part of that soul as was real not-from-a-can music. It was a reminder of the indefinable quality of life, the importance of beauty, and the connection, not the superiority, of one person to the next. It was a reminder of the power that one person’s dreams could have.

It’s been systematically devalued from a time when a populace, nation, city, whatever, held pride in a resident poet or poets. Just like we replaced real food with fast food, and initiated a world wide health crisis, we replaced life’s poetry with reality tv and social media and initiated a worldwide quality of humanity crisis.

Even now, I will see a poem that is so overflowing with human spirit that I feel like I’m almost glowing reading it… 17 recommends. Down below it “How to pick your colleagues’s brain” 1.7k recommends.

Oh, it makes me ill to see it. Then I’ll see a poem that’s pretty meh and just nothing but pretty fluff (not saying I haven’t written fluff) but the damn thing will have 500 recommends just because the person is popular. That does not affect me from a point of envy, but it does bother that this means it will be seen as a more important and worthy example of it’s art than that a poem 10,000 times it’s superior.

I just have to get used to the idea that as powerful as poetry is, it will always operate like the little weed growing in a crack in the sidewalk. Given no significance or respect, yet powerful enough to crack a slab of concrete, slowly, surely, and unnoticed as it changes the world around it.