I quite like some poetry.
I like the quirky stuff that's not as well known. I'm currently reading one of Michael Luenig's books, I may have to buy another one.
(Poppet some assembly required., Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:32, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

I don't.
I can find something to loathe in all of it, past about 1000AD.
( Kroney, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:33, Reply)

really?
aww that's a shame.
(Poppet some assembly required., Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:39, Reply)

I quite like Coleridge and the MASSIVE DRUGS gang.
On the whole I believe poetry to be an awful method of self-expression. Modern lolwaki poets like Roger McfuckingGough I would dearly love to slowly torture to death.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:59, Reply)

I like poetry that makes me laugh
and I can tolerate some of the stuff that doesn't. Unfortunately, after developing a a cynicism towards it at GCSE I was less than impressed when a friend of mine accidentally got us stuck at a poetry night in some bar. I didn't mind the occasional funny poem, but the rest of it really was the pinnacle of pretentious, navel-gazing cockcheese.
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:43, Reply)

99% of people at poetry readings
are other poets, the rest are people who are there by accident. The whole thing is feeding off itself and has ceased to have any real relevance outside of poetic circles.

In my opinion, for something to be considered an art form, it has to be capable of speaking to people who don't actually create it.

This is more or less what I said in that essay.
( Kroney, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:47, Reply)

I think you have a very good point there
Speaking as the 1% who was not there by design, it was nothing short of cringeworthy.
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:49, Reply)

I'm still bitter about that essay
grumble grumble gripe gripe
( Kroney, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:50, Reply)

Write a poem about it.
That'll show 'em.

EDIT: Seriously, there was a woman there trying to make her poems sound profound despite reading them in her unashamedly ghastly Essex accent and then doing a tap dance after each one. What the fuck was that supposed to be about?
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:51, Reply)

I have written one poem
which I submitted to the same class. It was long and based on being hungover. It was vulgar, it mentioned poo and vomit. They praised the meter completely without irony.

I had lifted the meter wholesale from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven".
( Kroney, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:53, Reply)

This wasn't Kroney's "The Vindaloo," was it?
Plenty of chances to mention defecation and regurgitation, with the main theme being
"Quoth my arsehole, 'never more.'"
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 17:56, Reply)