Novelists vs Poets

I just read a great article in the Sydney Review of Books by Ivor Indyk: On Novelists and Poets.

This was my favourite bit:

“The prejudice against poetry goes deep, and it isn’t simply a matter of it being ‘difficult to read’. I have often heard this criticism levelled at literary novels too – ‘it’s difficult to read’. What actually rises before me at this moment is the phrase, ‘the market says no’, delivered in the same self-righteous whine that David Walliams uses in Little Britain to defer to the authority of his computer. But deeper than the sense that the poets are trying to put one over their readers is the assumption that they are bludgers as well as con artists, and therefore have no right to be in the marketplace at all. I once heard an eminent person declare, on a funding committee, that only novelists should receive grants, because they have to write all day, week after week, for years, and so should be relieved of the obligation to work for money, whereas poets just sit around for months on end waiting for inspiration, and you would only be funding them to waste time.”

It’s interesting, because this attitude towards poets – that they are all crazy, self-indulgent time-wasters – is one that I myself have internalised. In fact it’s something that I like to ham up for comedic effect (I’ll always be the first to point out how crazy, self-indulgent and lazy I am) but maybe it’s simply a situation where I’m saying such things about myself so no one can wound me with them as insults.

Food for thought, at least.

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Elegy for Cookie

Cookie and Candy

I buried five kilos of love in the yard –
the amount of weight I should lose from my belly
I lost from my heart.
Once aflame with pride and hunger
death did not become her.
Her coffin a cardboard box, her grave
an indent of dirt strewn with half-composted egg shells
and avocado skins. A mere matter of hours previous
her purring form had lain, chest to chest, against me.
‘Such is life’ – the strange expression people use.
She was too bright for it.