my love for allegory

i'm not a very allegorical person.  i don't understand allegory and most of the time, it goes right over my head.      allegorical songs, allegorical poetry, allegorical short stories... yeah.  they don't do much for me.  i often get done reading/hearing them and want to yell at the author, "I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU'RE REFERRING TO, SO IF YOU WANT ME TO UNDERSTAND THIS YOU NEED TO SHOOT STRAIGHT WITH ME!!!!"  pretty sure there were times in college where i did throw books down in frustration and yell something to that effect.  to which my roommate, who was an english major, (hey Boone!!) would come in my room, laughing, and patiently tried to explain what the author was saying.

and then i would conclude the discussion with, "well why didn't they just get to the point and say that?"

i remember once i had to write an allegorical poem for a class in college.  i was thrilled to get to try my hand at it (that was a completely sarcastic, untrue statement).  annoyed that i had to do the assignment, i sat down for like 3 minutes and wrote down everything random that came thru my head.  i read what i wrote, thinking maybe since it came from my own head, maybe i'd understand my own allegorical poem.

i got nothin'.

then i wondered if people who write allegories actually understand their own allegories?  maybe they write something, then sit back and scratch their head and conclude, "well...maybe somebody will pull something out of this..." and then send it off to the publisher, who also doesn't understand the allegory but concludes that since this author's previous works were a big hit, there must be somebody who will understand it.  so the publisher publishes it and critics and analysts read it and conclude that it must mean this and that and proclaim that the author is absolutely brilliant.  and then the author reads what the critics and analysts conclude and, confused but wanting to act like it was totally what they meant when they wrote the allegory, accept the praise and say, "yes...that is exactly what i meant."  except they probably wouldn't say that.  they'd probably say it in an allegorical way so that the critics and analysts would continue to be astounded by their "brilliance".

i wish i had my allegorical poem that i wrote.  i would share it with you.  but i don't have it.  and i don't feel like making one up right now.  and i'm hungry and i should go find food.  how's that for a totally anti-climatic end to this story?

is vague the same as being allegorical?  i don't think so.  i can be vague.  and that's what i want to be in the remainder of this post.

the reality of public has created hindrance.