I find that I’m angry when I get to the end of a poem I love on Poetry Daily to discover it was written by a man. This anger is unfounded, and often I don’t research far enough to see if the author is privileged in other spheres. But I am immediately, somewhat irrationally, filled with a jolt of hostility. How can something so beautiful be written by someone privileged? Why do I enjoy it? Should I feel guilty for doing so?
Just questions, musings to hold for now and discuss when possible.
The poem today was particularly lovely though- ‘The Previous Tenants’ by Rodney Jones.
(just as an fyi: Rodney is in fact culturally privileged in nearly every way, apart from class perhaps as he is originally from rural Alabama)