I don't agree with "no one likes nuance in telling their own stories". For instance, the poets always romanticize just about anything and the poetic-ness with which they exaggerate even simpler of events is testament to that. But then, we can always argue that how do we know if the poet is really telling its 'true' story?
I see this differently. We love poetry because it speaks to a visceral condition that eludes language. The most affecting (as opposed to beautiful, or quotable) poetry is the poetry where we see a reflection of ourselves. But if we think about what this reflection of ourselves is, in my case, it's always a lopsided version of things because I center myself in experiences I re-tell. I can attempt to think of the "other side" of things, but it's always just an intellectual exercise. My reflection, as lopsided, is very much to do with me being unable to tell my own stories with nuance. Perhaps you are more comfortable inhabiting other positions, not just an intellectual exercise like me, but on a more visceral level. That's a wonderful way to be. Perhaps even, ideal.
I don't agree with "no one likes nuance in telling their own stories". For instance, the poets always romanticize just about anything and the poetic-ness with which they exaggerate even simpler of events is testament to that. But then, we can always argue that how do we know if the poet is really telling its 'true' story?
I see this differently. We love poetry because it speaks to a visceral condition that eludes language. The most affecting (as opposed to beautiful, or quotable) poetry is the poetry where we see a reflection of ourselves. But if we think about what this reflection of ourselves is, in my case, it's always a lopsided version of things because I center myself in experiences I re-tell. I can attempt to think of the "other side" of things, but it's always just an intellectual exercise. My reflection, as lopsided, is very much to do with me being unable to tell my own stories with nuance. Perhaps you are more comfortable inhabiting other positions, not just an intellectual exercise like me, but on a more visceral level. That's a wonderful way to be. Perhaps even, ideal.