When I was a kid there were too many paths to tread, and too little time and too little help to evaluate them. As an adult my options narrowed. In retrospect I did alright.
Are there any poets today? I see any number of freaks putting on pretentious airs of artisans and poets… but is there any real talent out there right now?
Boxed Wine & Cat Land (apologies to Yeats)
ReplyDeleteHow many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
Yet you made false allegations for custody and to get more,
And then you divorced raped me, alimony for life,
You say you're strong & independent
Oh how we hear you roar !
The classic Timbuktu …
ReplyDeleteThe finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two finalists. One was a University of Alabama Law School graduate from an upper crust family; well-bred, well-connected, and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a redneck from Auburn University in Alabama.
The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word "Timbuktu."
The Duke graduate went first. About thirty seconds after the clock started, he jumped up and recited the following poem:
"Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two
Destination-Timbuktu."
The audience went wild! How they wondered could the redneck top that?
The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped up and recited:
"Tim and me, a-huntin' went.
Met three girls in a pop-up tent.
They was three, we was two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu."
Ha!
ReplyDeleteHa!Ha!
Ha!Ha!Ha!
Love it.