the art of poetry isn’t hard to master
make the syntax good and  entertaining
the  gruesome heart of poetry's a disaster

 
a meter errant makes  the lines come faster
an oxford  thesaurus   gets the listeners   waning
the art of poetry isn’t hard to master.

 
a genius woke and saw a verse rush past her
it only needed polishing and planing
the  gruesome heart of poetry, her  disaster


she left the oven on, it gassed her
ever since her folk  groan, paining
the art of poetry isn’t hard to master.

 

she saw her selves as coloured shapes in plaster
and round her mind, were ghosts all  weakly craning
the  gruesome heart of poetry brings disaster

there’s not a lot of hope if we’re complaining
for criticism  from hidden ghosts is draining
the art of poetry isn’t hard to master
the  gruesome signs of poetry bring disaster

http://www.sarahwilson.com/2018/03/hard-love-weak-character/

Extract:

“Existentialist angst always surfaces during times of human ugliness.

Arendt adds that it’s a moral imperative to not sink into banality, as righteous as not doing harm.

• Not comprehending what Brexit was about before voting proved irrevocably harmful.
• Not caring where your plastic bag ends up (because you’ve not engaged with the facts) is killing the planet.
• Failing to be bold in love is killing relationships…and making us all bored.
• Drifting, flaking, blaming, avoiding, turning blind eyes, going MIA when you’re needed, scrolling Instagram instead of reading long reads about stuff that counts…it’s making us all lesser.

And we know it. We don’t like it about ourselves, but what to do?

I know some people’s response is that it’s all too much, that they can’t afford the energy to care, to think, to get engaged. I quote New York chef and owner of Prune restaurant Gabrielle Hamilton (a thinker, a doer, a liver) who found herself telling friends who can’t be arsed reducing food waste with some minor lifestyle adjustments:

“It’s hard for me to love somebody with a weak character like that”.

I’ve been wondering lately if I’m reaching the same point. I note that many of you on this blog and on my socials are feeling the same. I’m certainly struggling with flaccid, excuse-making, buck-passing characters at the moment. It’s dead difficult viewing such expressions of anti-humanity with mature, kind eyes. And walking away (turning a blind eye) strikes me as (almost) equally banal and flaccid.”