One might say it’s better to write bad poetry than no poetry.
But this is, in the modern world, a specialized view. The encoded language of poetics has, as Mario Puzo noted, slim chance at impact when you can get the same force from a movie without even half the same pain.
Maybe not even a third.
This is the time for the kind of poetry that burns into your soul, the kind of poetry which would never, ever use a phrase as awkward as “the kind of poetry that burns into your soul”.
But all that poetry’s already been written.
My recommendation?
There’s a lot of terrible poetry out there. Always has been. Some of it has a good beat.
You could read that, but reading’s hard.
My suggestion?
Wait for someone to make it into a song.
Hear it in the background of a commercial for deep-fried junk food.
Enjoy it.
Eat the junk food.
Junk food is delicious.
