S.HAMlyn blurb from front page...
Susan Hamlyn: People like to remember and quote poetry
Me: Well I don't. That sounds boring as !@£$. I like to read it and to speak it. Poetry has to be kept alive and that kind of dull quoting is one of the most heinous crimes against any half-decent text.
Hamlyn: The tradition which has preserved great poems from medieval ballads to the de la Mare and Kipling favourites has added little to its store in the last 50 years.
Me: What a backward view of poetry you have, madam. By all means, if you want to evoke the spirit of medieval ballads or Kipling, if you want to deny that the rest of the twentieth century happened and that realism is now a wee bit more important than it used to, that globalisation is now well underway and it's harder to play to ignorant masses than ever before, then go stick your head in a pig.
Hamlyn: This tradition is aural.
Me: No love, it's ORAL. Stop being so flaming passive and get active with it. Sheesh. People didn't just listen, they said it out loud. How else do you have a TRADITION if no-one is carrying it on? !@£$!
Hamlyn: Few of today’s poets take into account those qualities which aid the memory – regular rhythms, clever rhyming, terse phrases, skilful use of poetic rhetoric…..We are now the masters of the nuance, the subtle allusion and the monochrome landscape of self-analysis.
ME: That's what happens when you move with the times, you know? Modernism happened about a hundred years ago, dear, in case you hadn't noticed. Have you ever seen a council house at all, or stood in line at the brew?
Hamlyn: Few poets care about speaking to more than their own ear.
ME: Crap poets you mean, or fictional theoretical poets whom you cite because they suit your argument. Name them, go on! Name all these terrible poets who are speaking only to their OWN ears. I'm waiting....
Hamlyn: Potential readers, however, are still there.
ME: Stuff potential. I came back from the bookshop last Saturday with about half a dozen quality Scottish lit magazines featuring !@£$ing good new poetry. Do you get out much, love? You're welcome to come along to Borders tonight, Queen Street, Glasgow. I'll show you CUTTING TEETH, NERVE, CENCRASTUS, CHAPMAN, NORTHWORDS, and so on. It's jazz night tonight too, so come with some cool vibes. You might have to look cool up in the dictionary though, because it was given a new modern slant in the last century...
Hamlyn: Who writing today has Eliot’s rhythmic mastery and his capacity to universalise the personal?"
ME: Eliot hardly evokes the universal. Just because you pilfer from every pre-existing text doesn't mean you stand as ambassador for every context of those literatures. He's more like some old cadger who failed miserably in the attempt to eradicate the poet from the poetry. The very fact that you quote someone else citing him as a source is proof enough of that. The other very obvious fact is that he reduced himself to a very dull and individual middle-class voice that fails to communicate with me for one, which denies any notion of the universal. Anyway, who wants to be truly universal? Who wants to appeal to people that are different? Revel in yir diffrunces, cookie is whit Ah say. Yoor dead gorgeous by the way.