Outrage Sunday 276 I rhyme and I vote

How about that Matt Buckels elegy to the dead Hyde Park dugong! We will never see it, as Buckels has pulled out of the race to be chief beret-wearer at Vincent. It seemed Buckels assumed he’d be able to feed the kids, take out the recycling, wash the pillow slips, AND change the light bulbs of 31,000 ratepayers. Sad news. I can’t see Emma Cole churning out the tanka on Vincent’s Built Form policy. This year’s council elections aren’t about who you’d like to have a drink with – they’re about who can put the best words in the best order. Beware anyone thinking of trying to fill Buckels’ shoes, because Sally Palmer in Bayswater sets high standards. When Goat Skull Palmer shares her work, others are moved to rhyme too. A chichen in the pot of every commended haiku writer? I look forward to hearing that announced at the Perth Poetry Club by candidates. screen-shot-2017-01-07-at-6-18-40-amimg_1553

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15 Responses to Outrage Sunday 276 I rhyme and I vote

  1. Bento says:

    Please reconsider, Duke! In this age of rhyming Councillors, a Mayor Buckels is what this benighted town needs.

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  2. Sir Bill International says:

    El pueblo unido jamás será vencido !

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  3. Eddie says:

    Palmers poem is full of subtly which only emerges after a number of readings. The seemingly reckless disregard for rhythm and metre turn out to be a metaphor for the disruption of the natural order, as artificiality replaces the real.

    Repeated use of rhyming a word with itself, normally the hallmark of a lesser poet, here establishes the inevitable monotony of the lives of the factory workers, whose soulless beings contrast with the vibrant inner life of cockatoos.

    Finally, whereas some might see the random use of capitals as forcing a meaning onto a reader thought to be too stupid to get the point, in fact represent the planning process itself, as freedom to make decisions on an individual level (here, the meaning of a poem) is replaced with an order determined in advance, before the poem/planning application was even submitted for public gaze.

    TS Eliot had a similar technique, but Palmer shows how it really should be done. Highly recommended.

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  4. Shreiking Wombat Ninja says:

    And in other news, Clive James has yet another piece in the Gruniad about his impending death. Yet incredulously, the cunt’s still alive.
    This pisses me off no end.

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  5. you'll get wet says:

    Worse than John Farnham

    Careful. You’re insulting Mark Mcgowan’s record collection.

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  6. Mattb says:

    shorter campaign than Mal Meninga

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