Polyglottal Stop

I am like the Poet Laureate - I cannot write to order. Well that is the only way I am like the Poet Laureate and I am certainly lacking in the important things that go to define Top British Bard - like talent, vocabulary, general "hello clouds, hello sky" type things. So off we go into the wonderful world of wibbling for today's entry. First up is this article about why people ignore poetry. On the face of it the answer "because most poetry ignores people" seems true but I have read a lot of poetry which when distilled, does actually refer to real things. It is as if "hello clouds, hello sky" adds a veneer of unreality to verse which simply puts people off. Taking a few minutes to understand the sometimes-out-of-this-world patina of a poem, can reveal a deep and affecting heart - a bombshell that can turn something that appears to be gibberish into a penny-dropping moment of revelation in the the jump of salts between neurons. There is one poem in Birthday Letters which suddenly reveals it's intentions in a single line - an analogy to bullets fired at enemies/intimates/influences which sums up entirely the Daddy/Lover dichotomy of Sylvia Plath. It is a poetic investigation into the Wave/Particle duality of real life as against the black and white clamour that is standard entertainment these days.

Well was that Pseuds-corner enough for you? What next? Well if you are quick you may catch this - Pride and Prejudice with Zombies. I don't think it's a joke. Right! Make up your own misquote of "It is a truth universally acknowledged ...." for this book. I'm not up to it. Anyway that's it for today. The sub is waiting.