Most of my poetry and prose is for me. I don’t expect many of my readers to get them, they are windows into my mind and sometimes those provide terrifying glimpses into my own possibilities. I do hope people enjoy my “poetry” and can appreciate that I have only been writing it for a year now. We can only write to get better.
I recently read an article about interpretations and how often people interpret what a writer “meant” in the wrong way. This is either due to poor reading skills, a large ego that supersedes the writer’s, or simply because humans like to make shit up. In high school my Pre-AP English teacher loved to make stuff up. “Oh Thoreau was trying to say that this that and the other…” she would sigh as she looked out the window and imagined herself at Walden’s lake. The problem is that I, as a student, pretty much thought she was full of crap the whole time she was talking.
The article I read was about either a reporter or author who took the time to interview famous authors in order to record their own translations of their work. The amusing part is that this person then took this information and somehow spliced it next to well known English professors that had written or spoken on these authors books. Most of their “interpretations” were completely wrong and had nothing to do with what the author intended. Have you ever met someone that thought they could read a novel or piece of literature and immediately preach about it? I won’t mention the bible at this point then.
Poetry and prose are interesting to write because the “key” to unlocking them is in the mind of the writer. Only he or she really knows what was intended by the words used… or not used. Be careful as a reader at jumping to conclusions about the state or frame of mind of a writer, unless you know them personally in real life. You can “think” all you want, but knowing is knowing. There is a difference.