When i set up this website i added my whole Kindle collection from Amazon. Amongst many books that i didn’t know i had was this one, and i’ve still no idea how it appeared on my account.
Although i don’t normally read poetry, i usually enjoy it when i do, and i was actually looking forward to reading through this collection.
But i have to say, i’m seriously disappointed. I made it 10% in, which i admit is not very far, but i really couldn’t take any more.
I have no idea when random babble written as bad prose that then gets chopped up randomly into lines that have no cadence, meter, rhythm, rhyme, structure or style got defined as poetry, but it seems that some people now claim it is.
I suppose its the same type that class Sewing Machine in Hessian Sack as modern art — utter bollox!
Here’s some modern poetry (apparently):
It may please the Sunday Times
cryptic crossword
crowd while drinking
Costa
coffee from a disposable cup
(see front cover), but
i very much doubt it
will please anyone
else.
The last of the 4 books in the Alice series. Although it’s not actually about Alice because Carroll had stopped chasing after Alice Lidell at this point in time because Alice had grown tall. He had moved onto another young girl, i believe her name was Gertrude. So one wonders what he alludes to with the word, “Snark”.