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Feeling all poetic this morning
Mar. 5th, 2005 12:27 pmTen hours of sleep will do that! Yesterday at work I ran across one of
those MoPoRa collections of "poems about poems" which are generally so pretentious! "I saw my pencil/on my desk/and it reminded me that WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE AND BECOME MAGGOT-RIDDEN CORPSES/ and
so I picked it up and began to write./ Spring rain and puppies become
lines of licorice, and beer flows like tar." And don't forget the
LiFE ANd lo
ve don'
TMEan PIGeonp
oop.
It's as if the writers are determined to torture the poetic genre just in case the dreck they spew out might actually be good, but they're too lazy to do anything more proactive than simply pounding a keyboard. A thousand monkeys, you know, only in this case there's only one, and the lack of its collaboraters shows. But then I saw this:
( Nice poem! )
Fine, fine, so it's not really a poem. But I liked it! I need to start keeping a collection of poetry about poetry, because there's some great stuff out there, and it must be saved from the pigeon poop and maggoty corpses.
LiFE ANd lo
ve don'
TMEan PIGeonp
oop.
It's as if the writers are determined to torture the poetic genre just in case the dreck they spew out might actually be good, but they're too lazy to do anything more proactive than simply pounding a keyboard. A thousand monkeys, you know, only in this case there's only one, and the lack of its collaboraters shows. But then I saw this:
( Nice poem! )
Fine, fine, so it's not really a poem. But I liked it! I need to start keeping a collection of poetry about poetry, because there's some great stuff out there, and it must be saved from the pigeon poop and maggoty corpses.
