You're right, Cate, I'd say it's probably quite subjective. On all those subjective/objective tests I've taken on the Internet and hard copy, my scores come in at about 50/50... some are 52/48... others 49/51... but very close either way. So, that's probably bound to reflect in my perceptions, reflections, and comments on things. Hard for me to be totally analytical. Hard for me to be totally emotional. Sometimes, it might be totally one or the other, but that'd be pretty rare. An exception to that, however, would likely be poetry... some analysis might come in, but pretty much I'll be reacting to it at an emotional level and how reading it affects me in one way or another, what is appreciated about it.
Yes, there was a more recent example, that's true; overall, though, there have been many. The one you quoted for yourself is not the norm and is so mild that it really doesn't hold up for what I'm talking about, and my belief is you know that. There's a very noticeable difference in how various posters are approached and 'critiqued.' Are they given respect? Are they shown kindness? Are they ridiculed? Are they played games with? Are they made the butt of jokes? Do most of these 'critiques' have beneath them a truly helpful, legitimate critique-based suggestion... or are particulars within a poem usually isolated out to be played with, as a cat might play with a mouse... for one's own amusement... and then walked/pranced away from, with no real interest in anything beyond the toy and the chase to begin with; particular line[s] chosen for that and that alone. Won't deny some of the clevernesses that go on in that process because they're there, too, sometimes to often, depending on the timeframe. Overall, though, not really serious feedback, at all. Some tidbits that are helpful, sure; but overall, not so much that's truly helpful. More of a game than anything; probably often as not to mitigate against boredom in a courtroom. Some posters are
de facto given favour; others are
de facto denied it.
When you're in a more favoured position, my guess is that your sharing a poem
feels differently than if your gesture is to share something you've written, even your attempt to write a good poem, and it's turned into mincemeat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fo-tCNtFI10
When this section becomes filled with professional poets in true workshop mode, then, hey... my view is go for it. As we've talked about before, Leonard's small group at McGill was high-spirited in their criticisms... they were at university and seriously involved in the literary art of poetry, and that was more or less agreed upon and accepted; yet, still resulted in some permanent schisms in the friendships between people. That level of agreement for extreme interaction is not the case here, and I don't know of anyone who really thinks it is. I won't answer all those questions in the previous paragraph because they're pretty much rhetorical for me and for others to decide for themselves. Legitimate, serious feedback can be imparted with a certain lightness, even playfulness, without behaviours more resembling that of a court jester-bully, alternately prancing and punching.
Hesitation isn't made in labeling my views as being platitudinal, syrupy sweet, sanguine, etc. I'm very aware of how some view the feedback I give. Now, why might one object to my labeling, in the other direction, the behaviour of those that come off to me as being mean-spirited. The tendency in friendships is to protect and more or less turn a blind eye to behaviours not quite or even nowhere near measuring up to decent, acceptable levels of kindness... and that's human nature to do that. It's also human nature for some to speak up in the face of bullying, though there may be a shred or a thread or a seed of a good point, therein. Of course, the ego wants to say "I can handle it, it's not a problem, it's fine with me," because the fear can be that to say otherwise looks weak. How likely will others post their own, though? As I believe you know, there was once a very wide variety of people posting an equally wide variety of poems here. They weren't professional writers... they came from a lot of different countries and languages, but they posted in English, for readability... and they shared slices of their own life experience.
So, for me, I'll probably always feel better erring on the side of objecting to seeing others' words used as a tool for making fun of other people, bullying, and self-delight in one's own perceived cleverness, at the expense of another. I know it sets me up as a target for ridicule for being a killjoy, not 'getting' it, square, UNCOOL, boring [yawn], over-reactive, or just being too serious. That's something I'm willing to incur for the sake of taking a stand, though, when the feelings of discomfort experienced by myself when reading day after day what so often seems to me to be senseless and juvenile and bullying. I've not really seen where it's suggested that if you feel like that's happening, you wait until the receiving person complains to you, before saying something. No one has complained to me. So, I'll happily accept the Pollyanna or 'interfering' label in return. For me, the goodwill of another and the willingness and desire to share are what are initially being interfered with, anyway. So, with the way I'm responding to it [after quite some time, in fact], the fairest response for me is that somewhere along the line, we all pay a price for being ourselves... and, deep inside, for me, the price feels worth it.
Hoping a lull of non-posting doesn't settle over this section as a result; but also confident that new, inspiring, lovely, exciting, touching, moving, silly, interesting, insightful, historical, outrageously creative poems will eventually appear from regions all over the world. Looking forward
A lovely, fitting comment on the work of Harry Chapin:
Rarely are we blessed with such talent. Harry did not just write songs, he saw below the surface of our daily lives, transferred our pain it into poetry, and elevated the drudgery of our mortal existence with his truth about the challenges of being human. Thank you Harry, my kids grew up singing your songs with me as I played my guitar in the den.
just because...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spGFdXGMw58
And warm wishes to you, as well, Richard... and to everyone else.
~ Lizzy