I could never get very excited about poetry. It felt too dense, too mysterious, too pretentious, too unnecessary. I’ve always been drawn to literature (my English A/S level was my radical choice among all the sciences I was studying), but at school, poetry was relegated to the ‘have to’ instead of the ‘want to’ pile. I just didn’t get it.
But I really wanted to get it. I wanted access to the hidden messages within; I wanted at least to understand why I didn’t like it, but I didn’t really know how to approach it and how to get to the good stuff. I loved music — the closest I could seem to get to the inner world I knew poetry also belonged to.