Sunday, March 16, 2014
Someone please slap me...
...with enough force that I'm able to understand why this stuff is considered to be poetry:
"Five Poems from It's No Good"
(I'll let that book title go by without a snarky remark from me.)
In my un-slapped frame of mind, I wonder why this fellow -- Kiril Medvedev -- chooses to harm poetry with whatever it is he's doing. Why doesn't he instead blather and complain into regular paragraphs? Why is he breaking up prose into arbitrary lines?
Worse still, this fellow thinks poetry and politics go hand in hand. That's a form of artistic psychopathy. Or merely a spiritual coarseness on his part. Read and be abashed:
"New Emotion: On Kirill Medvedev"
Sorry, Mr. Medvedev. I have to call em like I see em.