Sunday, June 19, 2005

Oh my virgin ears

Went to a poetry reading on thursday night. A good friend of mine has recently published a book of poems, and she threw a reading in a local resturant to celebrate. she read from her book, some of which was quite good, and then turned over the mike to the floor. sweet jesus in heaven. let me put it this way: they could have been cast as the Vogons in the new Hitchhiker's Guide movie.

1 comment:

ZB said...

Poetry has been fucked ever since it moved from being a platform of social comment to being introverted maudering wank dealing with the self and feelings. Blame Wordsworth. Before him, Dryden, Pope, Milton - Heaven, hell and the bits in between. After him, I wandered lonely as a cloud, T.S. Eliot and Sylvia Plath - pantheistic bollocks, technical exercises and shite.