Re: New poet
A poem that doesn’t rhyme
Is only a waste of time
Words falling here and there
And splattered everywhere
Never made sense to me
I like old fashioned poetry.
That’s a bit cruel, but I’m not a great fan of reading a list of words called poetry, I suppose it’s like modern art, some like it and others can’t make head nor tail of it. Whenever I visit the modern art studio’s in Temple Bar here I really do try to understand what is on display, I look at the work from all angles but a series of vertical coloured paint strokes looks the same to me from all angles, although there are others there who swear they can see what was in the artists mind when they painted it, I already know what was in the artists mind but I never let on I do, if I told them I’d be chucked out on me ear. I did see an exhibit there a few years ago, it won an important award and a scholarship to the National College of Art, it was entitled "Old Absent Friends" consisting of 11 rusty nails nailed to a white painted board, the nails were positioned all over the board, wound between the the nails was the piece de resistance…a length of red string, breath taking stuff. Why do I always think of the Emperors new suit of clothes when I go there.