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There is some stuff I find rather witty (I always look for wit) but more that seems centered on the "family romance." Surely I wrote about family matters when I was young (what else do young poets have to write about?) but to read not-so-younger and older poets still going over their problems with mom, dad, and various uncles (rarely aunts) is tiresome.
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Love and death can be awfully trite and tiresome subjects, too, yet some of our favorite poems treat these old chestnuts. I wonder if it's actually not the subject that wearies you, but a certain stereotypical approach to it.
(Although I concede that it could be that you just don't like the subject, period, or aren't in a particularly receptive mindset for it at this point in your life. For the past few days I've been trying to read a book of poems by someone who uses a lot of magical realism, and I've had to set it aside repeatedly because I just can't give this type of stuff a fair hearing while I'm dealing with certain unmagical goings-on in real life. Maybe next week...)