Camy Posted January 29, 2012 Report Share Posted January 29, 2012 More Poets by Camy We need more poets like fresh pulled ale tart and sweet upon rosy lips. Rhyme and meter maybe hearty hale, but meaning is the meat of the meal. So... I sit and I ponder, I read again and wonder what the lines I've just read really mean. No! It's just about flowers and springtime and bowers, though I see stigma and stamen, penile green. Perhaps my mind's twisted, my ego is blistered as I scrabble for a truth from those lines. As I try to make sense I muse if I'm dense, or was the poet inane not sublime? http://www.awesomedude.com/camy/poetry/morepoets.mp3 In the U.K. we have a Poet Laureate who is appointed by the Monarch. The post used to be for life, but now it lasts ten years. At the moment our Poet Laureate is Carol Ann Duffy, an openly gay woman. Her poetry I understand and appreciate, unlike her predecessor Andrew Motion. His poetry I read (or listened to) and came to the conclusion I was a dunderhead. The Poet Laureate is supposed to be accessible and write poetry for the people. I'm one of 'the people' and his poetry didn't work for me. My Favourite was John Betjeman (1906-1984): Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. Swarm over, Death! I think what I'm trying to say is that some poetry works and some doesn't. ;) Quote Link to comment
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