It's good and dead: long live zombie poetry

[Leanne]

Except they don't fucking stay dead.

[milo]

Except they don't fucking stay dead.

yah, seriously, don't fight fucking zombies - - - RUN!

[bena]

zombies run too fast these days. You'd be better off trying to stomp them with your high heel.

[rayheinrich]

Oh joy! Writers diddling themselves.
Maybe this time it will turn out different:

[cjchaffin]

Oh joy! Writers diddling themselves.

how very dare you. once, i did that, once...in college. 

twice.

as for the supposed death of poetry (for the umpteenth time according to Who'sit What'shisname), i suppose the zombie analogy applies. one could argue that poetry as a genre has been reanimated more times than Ricky Gervais's career. and who's to say when it shall die its next great "death"? *cue rampant phoenix analogies*

i hope it shambles on and on forever, biting off the hands of those who dare accuse of it overstaying its welcome. 

right. am away to diddle. 

stop judging me, i'm a camel. humping is in my nature, even if i'm only humping myself 

[billy]

they breed like rabbits, zombie rabbits

Except they don't fucking stay dead.

[rayheinrich]

Camel humping is superior to flogging zombie hare patties.
But how typical of writers: Talking about what you're not doing rather than
doing what you're not talking about. With the time you've wasted here you
could have been writing something consequential or a sonnet.

[billy]

hi guys i just wrote a sonnet mmm

[Magpie]

Once a narrative device that we'd have had no trouble separating from the writer him/herself (do we really think Huck Finn wrote his own story?), it's become the only perspective that seems to matter in poetry and must be true.  The I can't lie.  And, it seems, the I most especially cannot be tangled up with metaphor.  How can one thing be another thing? That's just not authentic.  

Excellent points Leanne and very well made. I agree that the concept of the blog has a lot to answer for, I even had a blog myself for a while but was very dismayed by the whole thing. It just seems to be one massive ego trip for some people, telling each other how wonderful they are. As for taking words literally, this not only happens with metaphors in poetry but with any kind of writing, which means that even when telling a story people react to it as if it were the truth and comment accordingly. Arrrghhh!!! It's not my fucking diary. But alas I had to kill my blog and unfortunately not in a metaphorical sense.


I suppose that this is the same reason why blues music is on its deathbed. People's misinterpretation of lyrics, by taking them literally would lead them to believe that the blues is fairly boring. So when Lead Belly sang "Somebody been digging my potatoes, trampling on my vine", people must assume that he has a problem with ruffians in his garden, and when Robert Johnson sang "Beatrice, she got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word", people must think that his girlfriend is having a spot of trouble with her hi-fi. Both of which would be deemed not interesting in the slightest. Oh well, I believe I'll go dust my broom, ("his house must be really dirty if he has to do that").

Mark

[Leanne]

I thought blues music was just dying because the big fat woman ate all the roosters.

[billy]

blogs are okay, it's our belief in everything we read that's at fault. trust nothing as verbatim. not even the truth.
i cannot dies a thousand deaths even though i shoot a wad on my screen now and again

[rayheinrich]

blogs are okay, it's our belief in everything we read that's at fault. trust nothing as verbatim. not even the truth.
i cannot dies a thousand deaths even though i shoot a wad on my screen now and again

    And just when I was thinking billy couldn't top himself, he comes up with this; I'm not sure he'll ever stop raising his bar.

[bena]

And just when I was thinking billy couldn't top himself, he comes up with this; I'm not sure he'll ever stop raising his bar.

Shouldn't that read "lowering the bar"?

[rayheinrich]

And just when I was thinking billy couldn't top himself, he comes up with this; I'm not sure he'll ever stop raising his bar.

Shouldn't that read "lowering the bar"?

Shooting wads on screens requires coming up a raised bar.

[Leanne]

But how typical of writers: Talking about what you're not doing rather than
doing what you're not talking about. With the time you've wasted here you
could have been writing something consequential or a sonnet.

Thought I'd bring this back just because of Ray's comment. Also, I think I should write a zombie sonnet. At least the rhymes will be easy.