Strange, mixed response... It seems once you overcame your resistance (to thinking), you quite enjoyed it.
I suppose this, too, is the role of poetry—to make us consider what we might not, otherwise. Gratifying to hear piece flowed, it’s good when words don’t draw too much attention to themselves and appear almost inevitable, or invisible, so they might lead us to our own inner dialogue...
I assure you, though, it’s neither effortless nor easy for me. This line by Mark Simpson, describing the graceful style of a heroine of mine (Susan Sontag) sums it up best:
Her impressive, swan-like prose always inclines me at least to wonder how much furious peddling is going on beneath the water line.
I’ve yet read a piece of yours I don’t enjoy because they invite me to take an interest - so I want to be clear on that.
My resistance is mostly fighting ‘time’, but yes, I’m naturally resistant to critical thinking, philosophy, and pondering on the deep and meaningfuls of life. Which makes it quite problematic when you wish to write a meaningful novel. :D
Realizing I have a problem, I challenge myself to connect with poetic works. I love how some can compose and chain together words to make a prose/verse beautiful such that you want to relate. But a lot of it doesn’t work for me and maybe it’s because I’m too literal. Even when it does, it’ll be no surprise that I’m off on a tangent, feeling and visualising stuff that was in no way related to the poet’s original visions. Thankfully, that’s okay in poetry. I’m glad you don’t reply with, “Have you lost your mind?” Hehe.
So please keep up the vigorous peddling while maintaining an effortless grace for all to read. As always, no need to reply. I am a fan or else I wouldn’t be commenting. :)