Why not haiku?

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I realized it a bit ago.  But with one of the haiku writers having written, and a fine, haiku, I didn't want to spoil her moment.  As that isn't what this was about.  I found a great deal of resistance to my haiku writing.  I wasn't all that aware, back then.  But I could sense it.  Part of the reason I couldn't get more information, as I do see in the dark, is because those who resented my work could not identify the problem.  Political.  Yes, there was that.  It was more than that though, a lot more.  I have thought about it through time.  I, as I said, recently figured it out.

Idealism.  Haiku, traditionally, is supposed to be ideal.  It also is to exclude humanity.  I am notably anti-ideal.  If you can't eat it, or ____ it, piss on it.  Not... absolutely, mind you.  But the gist is there.  Further, humans were almost the whole of my topics.  Technically, I am anti-haiku.  This irritates poets.  Whether the poetry works, more so if it does.  But being of the ideal, the poetic, they have no means of reasoning out why my sort of poetry causes such profound anger, or loathing.  Yes, but that is the reason.

No, I don't believe in, or even in the concept, of poetry.  I have pretty much hated it since childhood.  I have tried to like it, or find parts of it I could enjoy, and I have absolutely failed.  Frost?  Eat me.  Stupid people who can't deal with life, who dig into what isn't so as to avoid what is.  Thankfully, most poets starved.  *smile*  As did most artists.  And for good reason.  I find it even more a joy that many of their works are now nearly priceless, but they got not but pennies in their day.  Such effort should not be rewarded, especially some of it.  The good ones, true artists, are rewarded.  Those of the ideal, who are wise, keep their day job, and just dabble in the insane, the foolish, and whatnot, on their own, as a reward of it's own.  That I can respect.  Just not trying to become rich or famous on the drivel.  Let them eat their pens, pencils, paint, and/or canvas.  I suppose one could say, to some forms of art, I am agnostic, at best.  Probably more artistically atheist to some forms of art.

Don't take it hard.  I can enjoy your work, as an after affect of life.  I just cannot tolerate the ideals behind the idealism that is often expressed.  To exclude humanity from art that is created by, and intended to be enjoyed by, humans, is an affront to my mind.  Fundamentally, it is removing the artist, and thus the art, from the art.  It is to art what communism is to government, the soul, the church.  Dead, death, retribution for the secular sin of living.  A horror.

I don't really care for my haiku, but it is human, and reality based.  I might start dabbling in it again.  It doesn't lie about the hardship of life, the truth of sin, the beauty of mankind, suffering, or anything else.  It doesn't seek to escape.  Yes... I think I should begin again.  I just won't join a community.  I am as much anathema to them as their idealism to me.  Only, for them, it is personal, often, even if they don't know why.  I now know why.  Yeah, I feel much better about that particular itch, and my poetry, now.

I best get going.  Perhaps I will write some poetry on the way, or there, or on the way back.  Later.