Our solution, then, is to open the box.
And when we do, we find it’s not a coffin, but a buzzing hive, whether you can see the resident poet-bees working inside or not. Rather than rehashing arguments that have been made a thousand times, I propose a logical conclusion: if you have to keep declaring, over and over, that poetry is dead, it can’t actually be dead. Poetry can’t possibly die if people keep talking about it, and announcing its supposed death counts as conversation. And in the meantime, the poets buzz on, crafting and creating, regardless of what internet bloggers, journalists or social critics have to say.
I’m going to shamelessly self-promote for a while.
Why? ( you may ask)…
Well… if I don’t self-promote, who else will do it?
Therefore I will be re-posting original poems in the coming weeks
until I get tired of doing so.
As always, loyal and devoted connectees,
you have the RIGHT to be OFFENDED
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‘You can set yourself new rules or you can write with no structure for a particular poem and it can be very wonderful; I just think it’s so much harder and so much less fun than using existing forms,’ he said.
‘In the same way if you want to go to the guitar and make a noise without using the chord structure, you’re welcome to, but don’t ask me to be in the room with you. The chances are that it will be horrible unless you happen to have extraordinary natural human gifts.’