Last semester I took a poetry class and it ruined all things fun about poetry for me. It had to do with my professor--- I know what you're thinking, he doesn't influence what I like. WRONG! Since about October of 2010, I have despised everything related to poetry. Talk to me about Edgar Allen Poe, we may get along, but don't bring up "contemporary" poetry. Contemporary poetry makes no sense and kind of makes me crazy. I mean, isn't your poetry supposed to convey something that most people can figure out???
Anyway---
The minute Laurie said contemporary in our class, I immediately started thinking about that class again. I was fearing that this class may be the same black hole that my poetry class was, but I got proved wrong. Contemporary art, no matter how strange, can always be perceived by the viewer as "something"rather than nothing. It may look like a mess, but there is always something a little below the surface that you can gather from it that makes the meaning much stronger. I am glad that contemporary has a completely different meaning in Art than it does in Poetry. In poetry, contemporary means gibberish.
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