The world seems to deal with poets in this way, sometimes:
Oh, you're a poet?
Well then, why don't you write a poem about the new stadium on campus?
That's a silly example, but we are indeed called upon to write occasional poems sometimes. Right now I'd like to write a poem about getting strep throat the same weekend that a beloved cat dies. But my poetry machine just doesn't work that way. Or, it does, and the results will have nothing to do with streptococcal infection or pets.
How do you feel about occasional poems? Have you ever (successfully, or unsuccessfully) written a poem for someone's birthday, or wedding, or pet, or throat?
Conversely, if someone were to consider all of your extant works to be occasional poems of some sort, what would be the occasion?
I think that my poems could serve as reverse-occasional poems for:
a) Wild, naughty adolescent girls who like to hop in the back seats of Thunderbirds with strangers.
b) The parents of wild, naughty adolescent girls who like to hop in the back seats of Thunderbirds with strangers, unbeknownst to their parents.
c) Maybe some kind of council on urban blight in mid-sized rust belt cities. They could read my occasional poem out loud, and then decide to vote in favor of that community center after all.
d) People who just want to read something that isn't an occasional poem.
Any thoughts on this topic? Anybody want to write a poem about it?
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