Billy Collins was the special guest on National Public Radio’s “Wait. Wait. Don’t Tell Me” last week. (transcript | listen) My poetry friends know I have a bit of a nerd crush on Collins for his ability to write simple, clever yet powerful poetry. I’ve written about this before (“Poems Belong Everywhere”).
As much as I admire Collins’ work, I am even more appreciative of his ability to talk about poetry in a way that helps it make sense to non-poetry people. When asked about the bad poetry people write in high school, he said, “We’re all born with 200 bad poems in us… Middle school and high school is a good time to get rid of those.”
As a college librarian, I sometimes get the chance to talk to college students about their writing. When the conversation is about poetry, I ask how long they have been writing poetry. “I started in high school,” they usually tell me and then quickly add, “but it was all terrible.”
I understand their embarrassment. I started writing poetry in high school. It was awful. Long, tangled polysyllabic stuff crammed full of grand pronouncements, sweeping generalities and unclear abstractions. Oh, and angst. Lots and lots of angst. I wrote about death. I wrote about darkness. I wrote about my feelings of obsession with death and darkness. The weird things is that I was a happy kid. I have no idea where all the death and darkness stuff came from but, between the ages of 12 and 19, it gushed from my pen and stacked up on pages and pages of notebook paper.
I still have most of that poetry. I don’t read it. I’m not really even sure how to deal with it. I keep it as a physical totem. An object that connects me back to myself in some indirect way.
Hearing Collins say everyone has 200 bad poems inside made me very, very happy. Instead of bemoaning how terrible my earliest work has been and hiding that work from sight, I suddenly feel like I should share it. The next time, a young writer apologizes for the inadequacy of their verse, I want to show them the inadequacy of my own. I want to celebrate my 200 bad poems with them. I want to celebrate the fact of their 200 bad poems. I want to give them a stack of my most terrible verse, add up all the pages, place it beside their very worst and say “Race you! Let’s see who can get through their 200 bad poems the fastest.”
This, I think, is how the new poets will be born. When we give our students permission to be weird in public, to show off their mistakes and celebrate together our inevitable iteration through failure. That’s when poetry will be important again. That’s when poetry will recapture our minds as a new kind of language.
Loved this. I wrote all that awful stuff in school too – either angst ridden or bad rhyming stuff.
Writers talk about the million rubbish words that need to be written, which I guess is the same thing! When I add up blogging and manuscripts etc, I’m at about 700,000 words over the last six years, so I’m making headway to the good stuff! 🙂
Thanks, Amanda. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the 1,000,000 words. I’ve thought about going back and trying to figure out how close I am to pressing through. Someone should develop a meter for that. 🙂
It helps to think in terms of everyone has those wrong words they need to get out of the way. Definitely changes the focus from “why can’t I write as well as other people are able to write” to “what can I do today to get closer to the really good words”.
Keep at it.
Thanks, you too. I’ve started noticing how many of my favourite authors have written 10-40 books. They’ve earned their success. I just need to keep writing! 🙂
Brilliant. That sounds so reasonable and makes me understand why so many of us will never get past the 200 or even to the 200, but its inspiration for those who are dedicated to the art form. And a reminder that practice is essential in every pursuit, whether physical or intellectual.
Thanks, Claire. This idea inspires me to push past my 200, though I have lost count and sometimes wonder how close I am getting. 🙂
Glad it inspires you too. Billy Collins is great for that.