Friday, May 30, 2014

Maya Angelou

Interesting ratings. I met her once; some of those ring true.

A commenter at Radix:
A great many 'poets' of varying shades produce what can only be described as hastily prepared guff which, if delivered with an air of serene and aloof disconnection, the middle classes will lap up to maintain the facade of creative appreciation, even if they haven't got a clue what any of the stanzas they've just heard mean.

Most modern poetry falls within the same category as almost all modern art: garbage that anyone can peddle. Maya Angelou's justification for occupying the unofficial position she did was simply a result of being in the right place at the right time when she was younger. If it weren't for white liberals eager for a mascot to shove in everyone's faces she would've most likely died in poverty and obscurity... like most poets.
A friend had a pretty accurate assessment: not a great poet but a fine dramatic reader.

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