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MY RELATIONSHIP WITH poetry has always been mercurial, fluctuating and ambivalent. I do not indulge in it as religiously as I do in essays, personal stories and other forms of literary non-fiction.
It may be the tenor of the contemporary poetry I have encountered so far that puts me off. I find these poems somewhat superficial, riddled with clichés, and, at times, didactic. They come and go without leaving a significant impression. It could also be that I am trained as a social scientist, and the world is presented to me as a rational, logical and objective entity. Caught between these two presentations of the world, language loses its magic.
So, does poetry have anything to offer me, a disenchanted person in a disenchanted world?
