Wednesday, 17 February 2010

twitter and the arts council

No-one wants poetry.

Struggling poets struggleth more than struggling thespians or struggling writers.

That's why the blessed Arts Council exists - to make sure that the most beautiful of British Poetry does not get lost in the uncultured desert of the ephemeral clamour of the world.

It could be the ethereal flavour of mysterious emotion crafted so carefully in disjointed thoughts with no metre nor grammar nor hint to meaning, that only the most refined metropolitan can open the door to it.  Or it could be the romantic, finely detailed journey of a bit of loo paper, just used by a sensitive sodomite poet.

The Arts Council is there to represent us in their blessed offerings to the gods, with even Zeus weeping when reading some of the finest offerings.
  

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