a rant, written circa 2007
Why write such kind of poetry
When you can buy yourself a bonsai,
And make an ekphrastic tree?
Why bother so much with grammar
In poetic context, and commas
Not to mention lyrical nuances, which from
Repetitious editing lose their sensitivity?
Stop banging trapped meanings, or perplexed,
Against the walls of meter,
You’re not forced to live in a prison,
Nobody is going to sell you as a slave,
No barred windows a little
Higher than your height
Block you from the joys of writing.
So, what with that kind of poetry
Will you achieve, you and your inspiration
Jostling through a crowd of syllables,
Elbowing unoriginal rhymes,
To find a nice seat in front of the execution scaffold
Where your betrayed imagination
Looking like Errol Flynn in one of those
Swashbuckling films will be talking
More old-fashioned bollocks than any free verse poem
And any postmodern poet like me?
I tell you Captain Poet, that kind of poetry
Is just a mistrial, is only a bad deal.
But if you insist that this is what you need,
To kneel to Form and say Your Majesty,
Do not pursue us, we’re not pirates,
We do not blow up your ships,
And do not chase us after, mind you
Lousy poets exist in every fleet.