This is my first post. Sorry it's taken me so long.
I'm sad I didn't see you all (or, most of you) at AWP.
I'm sad about other things, too. But mainly I've been wondering why whenever I try to write more poetry, I get more sad. About the world, I mean. You know how intelligence is often depicted by a negative outlook? For example, we deconstruct, we tear apart, we analyze, we cut things down. But where is the building up? Of course the world is sad and scary and there is a lot to be angry about. (Also, the VIDA report: so there is that, too, to be angry about.) [These posts can't include links? Here's the report: http://vidaweb.org/the-count-2010]
Why is it that I'm trying to write poetry, which means I'm reading lots of interesting, intelligent, difficult poetry books, but I'm also trying to live a happy life, which means I'm reading fluffy self-love/self-help stuff, and "The Consolations of Philosophy" by Alain de Botton, etc etc. I'm doing this to keep my head above the water level. But where are the books of poetry that do this as well? Seriously, do any of you have any suggestions for happy or funny or light-hearted poetry books that are STILL intelligent and NOT Billy Collins?
Or do any of you have this problem, too? Maybe you have some words of advice?