Final Result

So this is what I sent for publication. It's plainly not as good. God damn conformist medium that is minority print... hehe



Peter Lloyd’s A Fingerpost for Rembrant begs the question; how does pretentious drivel like this get published? ‘A streetlight-trashcan – bucket of circle-shadows, tremors on almost still life – lost mumbling-limbs in mini-lashes of chemical death.’ (Snap/click, p 40) What the hell is that? What it is, is an excerpt from what was, without doubt, the most self-indulgent and pretentious thing I’ve ever read, including my own poetry!
Reading this, I guessed I could make an almost identical poem, by randomly choosing words out of a dictionary! And I was right!
The result? Fawn repugnance / Giddy, trave / Marshall / Use, exploit / Nevermore!
Need I say more? Yes Lloyd has studied the art of writing, and yes his deliberate use of broken phrases, and combination of both romantic and common language (particularly in The Lilac Tree, p 18) can create an image of the beauty of life being forgotten in the haste of everyday tedium, and even investigate to a surprising emotional depth the dual nature of man’s ability to both care more than he can conceive, and to not-care beyond what he can condone. But the questions is: ‘Do you want to read this book?’ And the answer is ‘No.’