Yossarian wrote:Laureate.
Yossarian wrote:I don't think that the argument of being a poet for personal gain of one sort or another has much weight behind it.
'Severn—I—lift me up—
I am dying—I shall die easy;
don't be frightened—be firm,
and thank God it has come.'
regmcfly wrote:Aye all those poets who died of poverty were utter sell outs.
Personally, I'm a Keats man. Doesnt go as safely purple as Wordsworth and got all his output completed by sodding 25 before he died of TB.
Yossarian wrote:I don't think that poetry gains you much these days financially or otherwise, it's about as niche an art form as exists in the 21st century, hardly anyone engages with poetry ever.
I mean, fair play if you aren't a fan, but I don't think that the argument of being a poet for personal gain of one sort or another has much weight behind it.
Moot_Geeza wrote:The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, ``Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat.''
Tempy wrote:Pretty sure we have a poetry thread if someone wants to go diving
Told you I didn't know much poetry.Tempy wrote:Yes, you did. Jon B posted the same poem, and I posted Funeral in my Head by Dickinson, so we're nice and consistent
Yossarian wrote:Perhaps this thread can be for reposting bits of other threads as a tribute to our collective dementia.
Childintime wrote:Reg left me hanging. FML.
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