DAFTS I CALLS IT - COLLECTION 1 (3)

Michael Edwards

 

Dear poet may I suggest you should

write in a way that’s understood

so  try and get it into your noddle

there’s nothing worse than pretentious twaddle.

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 6th, 2020 02:32
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Comments9

  • Neville


    .............. absolutely .. well said sir

    • Michael Edwards

      In the poetry I am referring to what is applauded by some is actually corrupted by a cacophony of twitlessness leaving only a sense of nihilism and the unlikelihood of a new order where temporal forms become reconfigured through emergent and critical practice and the reader is left with no clue to the possibilities of the verbiage.

    • Goldfinch60

      We see pretentious twaddle all the time - oh no that is not poets it is politicians!

      Andy

      • Michael Edwards

        We do see it here on MPS from time to time.

      • orchidee

        Ohhh, let's waffle! Let's use 20 words when 5 will do - every time. But Miss Berles won't let us! lol.

        • Michael Edwards

          Absolutely - let our waffle start out as hope but with the chance that it will be finessed into a carnival of defeat, leaving only a sense of decadence and no possibility of a new beginning as wavering derivatives become distorted through diligent and academic practice, and the reader is left with an epitaph for the edges of our culture.

        • Doggerel Dave

          Hear hear!
          Dave

          • Michael Edwards

            Pardon?

            • Doggerel Dave

              You are pardoned - but don't let it happen again............

            • dusk arising

              Twere as if his words were soup
              served up in a dish
              of gobble-de-goop.

              May i take this opportunity to loudly applaud the sentiment of your post today.

              • Michael Edwards

                Thank you for your shimmering applause it resonates as forms become frozen through studious and repetitive practice leaving us all with an insight into the inaccuracies of our condition.

              • ANGELA & BRIAN

                BRIAN HERE ~ Good Sunday Uncle Mike ! Thanks for reprising the Mother Board for my Cats Whisker Computor ! Love the poem Modern Poetry is an ABOMINATION and does not deserve such a Grand Title as *PRETENTIOUS TWADDLE* Thanks for caring ! Please check *CHRISTMAS PRESENTS* Thanks A B & C !

                Blessings & Prayers for YOU & JEANNE
                Love Angela Brian & Smokey ! ! !

                • Michael Edwards

                  The mother board has risen into a twaddlefree zone i hope - thanks A&B.

                • jarcher54

                  Ah, but I adore many of the contributions that are not easily understood. I understand wanting to push a few toward a somewhat more decipherable output, but there is a place for pushing the envelope. But your position, at least in this poem, is clear enough! LOL

                • jarcher54

                  And in your drawing why is the man in the moon trying to set off a bomb with a rock hammer in one hand while dangling a set of measuring spoons in the other?

                  • Michael Edwards

                    He's run out of sand to complete the sand castle. 🤔

                    • jarcher54

                      I should have figured that out!!

                    • L. B. Mek

                      yikes, I must reflect on the sense of guilt that resonates deep within, from reading your words, duly noted Michael... what are friends, if not mirrors - reflecting, our shortcomings eh, lol
                      wonderful write and poignant picture (a one - two punch, measured to help shake some of us with our heads in our arse's: loose, I guess)

                      • Michael Edwards

                        No need to feel guilty on your part LB. Doesn't apply to you but there are some whose heads are so far up their own that their faces appear out of their mouths. lol



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