Wall poems

[sheenaghpugh]

I was down by the Cardiff Bay barrage the other day and there's a wall there with words for people to create poems. It's remarkable how posy and "poetic" most of them are. I specially disliked the adolescent

"It's my tune
Understand me"

- nah, don't think I'll bother. "Mussels crunched by still water" is one of those lines that sound good until you try to make the image work in practice and find it doesn't. But in among the over-poetic and pretentious was the rather promising line "I've torn my small brown". It's the missing noun that does it for me, adding that air of mystery and enabling the reader to become part of the creative process....

Comments

[federhirn.livejournal.com]

Maybe my mind is dirty, but when it comes to the small brown, I thought this meant a particular part of the anatomy that occasionally people mention when talking about "tearing a new one"...

I'm not grown up enough to strongly dislike posy adolescent "poetic" stuff yet. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's the kind of stuff I end up writing almost by default if I try and write non-rhyming poetry. Then again, I'm also a sucker for slow-motion wide angle shots of action heroes walking out of a cloud of mist or Michael Bay type cinematography, which is probably the cinematic equivalent of that kind of poetry.