Yes, I know I haven't posted in aaages! And I will catch up on all the baby stuff - of course there is every chance that Troggers will be with us by the time I get around to it but I needed to rant and I thought here was as good a venue as any-where else.
Background: There is a new national poetry prize called The Blake Poetry Prize. It used to be exclusively an art prize but this year they expanded to literature. Or 'literature'. First place is $5000. Count it people - that's more than some NIDA graduates make in a year. I did not enter this competition. I jotted down some notes here and there before I realized that I really don't know enough about what constitutes a poem these days to make a serious attempt*. The theme is 'Bliss, Blasphemy and Belief'.
This is the winner.
WTF?
Off the top of my head - is poetry anything that is too fucktarded to be considered prose? How can he be driving and be like the 'only still thing left on earth'? Is it possible that referencing Dante to lend gravitas to a poem is clichéd to the point that it actually achieves the opposite effect? What is happening in the tree world that they are both fraternal and avuncular? What the hell does this have to do with the theme? And, once more for emphasis, - WTF?
It's not a poem just cos the person who wrote it says it is.
BTW - this whole rant is a poem. Suck it.
* In retrospect, this may have been an advantage.
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What annoys me is the way that the sentences never end at the end of the line, it always carries on. Makes for very awkward reading. It's okay if you do it now and then, but every freaking line?*
*NB - I got bored after the first paragraph and then just read the last paragraph - there could be bits inbetween that didn't have this problem but frankly...I couldn't be arsed giving this bloke's twattle anymore of my time.
Wow, I think I absorbed some of your ire through the computer screen...cool :P
And I've forgotten my password for my account - stupid pregnancy brain.
Marnie
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