What’s wrong with modern poets?

What is wrong with modern poets?

 

There was a time when poets used their talent

to write great poems about the beauty of creation.

They did not use it to simply pay the rent.

These poets wrote their poems in a large variation

of rhyme schemes and metres without limitation.

 

But this golden age is over.

Poets have stopped looking for rhymes,

They just write a sequence of words,

With the hope that nobody minds

that they have no clear structure, meaning and rhyme,

and no metre.

 

Rhymes are not necessary anymore,

And they don’t count lines to write a sonnet.

 

Just write a few words, add a profanity like the word with f,

and you can call yourself a modern poet.

 

The great sonnets of William Shakespeare

Are no longer something to emulate,

The modern poet writes about beer

and about staying in the bar till late.

 

The sonnet was so pure in its form

That it was used in all kinds of languages.

Of course they differed a bit, as you might guess,

But they all followed the sonnet norm.

 

Three stanzas with four lines each,

Two rhymes in each of these stanzas,

And a metre suitable for dancers.

But sometimes a rhyme is out of reach.

 

In the end just rhyme the lines again,

And you can feel like a proud man.

 

My poetry is kind of poor,

But I’m trying to do my best.

There are cheaper ways to success.

The poet Jandl for example,

wrote about Otto and his mops.

A whole poem with just one vowel.

Easy I say I can do that as well.

 

Tim sits in Sing-Sing

Tim sings.

Tim is sick.

Sick Tim shits.

Shit stinks. Tim: Ihhh!

 

That was really easy, but Jandl went further.

He deleted all the vowels, I call this murder.

 

Wht’s th prblm wth tht.

Nbdy gts th mssg jst sm lttrs,

Tht’s nt ptry, tht’s nt vn lngg.

 

My ears are bleeding, my eyes hurt.

I give up; the modern poets have won.

It was a bad idea to write about them.

My poem is not nearly as good as theirs are.

Maybe they are talented after all.

 

I do not have enough talent to become a poet,

Not even enough to become a poetry critic.

My writing is just too absurd,

And that’s why this is my final word.


Happy Towel Day Everybody!!!!

Today is Towel Day. “Towel Day?” you ask. Well, Towel Day is a holiday in memory of Douglas Adams, the author of The Hitchhicker’s Guide to the Galaxy. But enough from me, here’s what The Guide has o say about Towels:

“A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value – you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to- hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you – daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.”

Thank you Douglas for this amazing book.

What the hell…

I’m trying this wordpress thing again. I decided to write more and worpress lends itself more to longer texts than tumblr. I decided to use tumblr for my “how many movies do I watch” project. I’m at 84. I name each movie I watch and I write short comment. Sometimes the comments are very short, especially when the movie is really bad. 🙂

But here on wordpress I want to try and write longer texts, maybe even with some content. I actually have a lot so say, I’m just too lazy to do it. But hopefully my new macbook air is helping me with that. So far it has improved my productivity.

As for my other writing; I’m currently waiting to get feedback about the first act of that bird movie. I guess I will write an angry mail after I finish this. But so far the feeling I have about that project is very good. One could argue that the story is very classic but at least it works. But I don’t want to spoil everything. 🙂

I’m also in the middle of planning a research/vacation trip in summer. I’m going to the US of A. I’m really looking forward to that and I’m already picking out nice places to just sit and write. I also bought a new camera. I need to take a lot of pictures in New York (that’s the research trip) for the screenplay. New York plays an important part in the story and I have to make sure I get the details right.

But the main reason for the trip is Comic Con. I was really lucky so far. I survived the ticket and hotel nightmare and I not only have a 4-Day pass but also a hotel room next to the convention center. It’s going to be awesome. 🙂
So I have to write that mail now. Take care. I promise to be back soon.

Greg