But when I am compelled to write a poem the compulsion comes from a pure wish to distil a thought, to communicate, to ride language ******* across the open spaces of my brain
But you would lasso me, corral me, shut the barn doors on me and the lowing, braying herd for some self appointed ***** to cast judgement
So that the best possible outcome is that I step on the faces of others on my way to institutionalised, establishment-approved freedom
Well, ******* and the horse you wish you could have ridden in on.
I've been tempted to enter poetry competitions in the past, but I am delighted to say that I no longer have the slightest inclination to do so. I'm sure most are genuine attempts to give poetry a higher profile, but what kind of profile is it when it makes art competitive? If you don't win, you lose, by definition - but if you've managed to craft a poem to your own satisfaction, in what sense can you possibly have lost?