Literature can mean a variety of things and it holds a different meaning for everyone. For some, it could mean a second-hand novel bought for five dollars at an obscure bookstore in Colorado. For others, it could be a fashion magazine found in a doctor’s office. However, the form of literature that has dug its way into my heart and the hearts of many others–poetry–has begun to dissipate

So I, Nia Mitchell, went around Dobie Jr High and asked my fellow friends, and a few strangers if they thought literature and poetry is dying, and if they felt the same way as me.

I know it didn’t really matter at the moment, but at the same time the thought of it dying made me feel a little depressed, so instead of wallowing in my sadness, I took it upon myself and wrote a personal column about it.

I searched around the web and saw various ideas of this subject. I found that around half of the sites I visited stated that yes, it was dying, and the other half stated it wasn’t.

The Document talked about fiction dying because it’s not offering anything new. Nothing  new is learned and nothing different is said in books.This can be seen in some poems as well, that being that the main viewpoints can be seen in many other poems. For instance, if you write about a lot of morbid things, the reader gets used to reading that style of writing.

The themes in books and poems are being recycled, instead of bringing new concepts and ideas into the art.

Most people aren’t nearly as interested in reading as they were before so i felt the intention to say something about it so I asked my friend Kara Brown, an 8th grader, and she felt the same way, saying that, “Yes, it is, most things are taking over it, most people don’t have the attention span to care for it.’’

If you look back at the years of literature you could see that literature is disappearing slowly, practically leaving no trace of its existence. I looked up on what the oldest

book in the world that was mechanically printed was the Gutenberg Bible, also known as the 42-line bible written by Johann Gutenberg in 1445. Only 11 copies in the United States and 49 to still exist. Costing $25-35 millions of dollars.

I know most of what I’m saying doesn’t really matter but if we started to appreciate the art of literature more we could at least save the remains of this wonderful art we so call literature.

Resources:

https://litfunhouse.com/2017/10/23/is-literature-dying/