April 14, 2005

Make Poetry History

It doesn't attract major news, but poetry is still rife throughout the world. From London to Sydney, New York to Tokyo, poets are rhyming and and making plays on words.

Seven million children in Britain alone fall asleep in English lessons because of poetry each year. Many can't even settle to watch television in the evening without the words "I wandered lonely as a cloud." popping into their heads.

Hardy, Lawrence, Wordsworth. All names that strike fear into our hearts. Yet children as young as six years old will groan at the sight of their names tomorrow at school.

Since you started reading this, eight children have read a poem.

We must act now to stop this. You can make a difference. Send a big fat cheque payable to me and you will receive a wristband that lets everyone know that you think poetry sucks. 5% of money received will go towards helping children who would otherwise have to read poetry.

Only together can we make poetry history.

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  1. nooo, we don't want poetry to go, we just want it to be more bloody – senseless violence in poems is the way forward!

    14 Apr 2005, 20:49

  2. Well if you put it like that… but love poems must be banned.

    14 Apr 2005, 20:52

  3. When one poem is written down, it enters history. It keeps the thoughts of the poets in words, and in beautiful words. Passion, desire, happiness and even anger are what poets are expressing instead of, well….thinking about any potential reader. Also, I would say that one cannot be able to understand a poem as the poet does. Words and thoughts sometimes don't match. Sometimes words are just borrowed to signal a certain thought only. So, the point is why there are still people reading and even trying to understand poems, though I bet the poets don't even care whether their poems are read or not. They haven't come to understand, thus need to learn…

    14 Apr 2005, 21:41

  4. Thanks for your comments Guohui. Though to be honest the entry was more about people profiteering from charity wristbands and the guilt mentality behind the originals. "Make Poetry History" was a play on "Make Poverty History". The motivation for scorning poetry comes from too many boring English lessons at school rather than a hatred of the art form itself.

    15 Apr 2005, 12:39

  5. Hehe. Made me laugh and I'm an English student!

    16 Apr 2005, 16:14

  6. Thank you! I'm relieved that the joke wasn't lost on everyone.

    16 Apr 2005, 17:21

  7. Pat Pope

    God…. I thought of that. Visit my blog….damn!

    01 Jul 2005, 16:34

  8. Ellis

    Hilarious, really.

    02 Jul 2005, 15:00

  9. TRB

    Most excellent. I will have to blatantly steal this and post it elsewhere, this is too good to let it go to sleep in this blog! :-)

    04 Jul 2005, 12:09

  10. Jaffy

    Me n my homies think poetry is fucking shit we want it to fucking end now. Gillian Clarke sucks cock.

    05 Jul 2005, 08:37

  11. lee

    make poetry history ..

    just as a sorrow laden swallow
    i sit here, ponder to myself
    what lay beyond that silken scarf of morrow
    alas! the morrow shall reveal it all

    it was a book i read on Sunday morning
    a film i saw the night of same
    it was a thought that passed without a warning
    a faint idea of a deadly game

    that face be in my mind and heart
    a form that function dutifully follows
    a dream, a vision, epiphany, a gasp
    all that is earthly shall be swiftly swallowed

    a plan was hatched, revised, perfected, mastered
    a cunning scheme to fill a hidden whish
    and though my soul, no doubt, for it be blasted
    i shall be feasting on this selfish dish

    i write this wondering the meaning of it
    whatever blessing is in store for me
    and though my plan may yield no profit
    i trust the gods shall pardon me

    the plan is this, I now reveal a portion
    to find a purpose in a life so dull
    one turns to poetry as to a doctors potion
    but finds the cure to pass on wings of gulls

    'tis 'cos we read and watch and marvel
    But no real action do we take
    We weep and cry and wish the play where life
    Then, close the book, forget it all and wake

    And with that gentle, gracious flick
    we banish romance as it where not real
    why do we sit here, rigid as a walking stick
    and hope for that which may to us appeal

    Enough, I say! This time, surrender!
    Be not a man nor woman, be a dove!
    take poetry and make your life that wonder!
    Make history! Spawn happiness and love!

    and thus, a sorrow laden swallow
    i sit here, wonder to myself
    what lay beyond that silken scarf of morrow
    rejoice! the morrow shall reveal your fate!

    yours truly,
    lee Shakespeare

    how about them apples? :D

    11 Jul 2005, 10:40

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