After reading this poem book review in Bookbed of How to Make a Salagubang Helicopter & Other Poems’ by Jim Pascual Agustin.
I decided to post my view here (also posted as a comment in the original page) based on what the review wrote:
It’s always tricky to read poetry, more so to read it for the sake of reviewing it. There’s the concept of the author being dead—that once the last line is typed, the work now belongs to the reader, open to any kind of interpretation. And yet, an overthinker like me would worry, what if I misinterpret what the author intended to evoke?
I also write and read other poems but it never occurred to me before that some reader will actually worry about interpreting it wrong. Personally, what I like about poetry is the very reason it/they can be interpreted by readers in their own way, even if it’s outside the emotion of what the author intended.
What do you think?