Poetry Vs Prose

[rayheinrich]

"Portraying poetry and prose as opposites is illogical (as well as trite).
They are not mutually exclusive, they are not entities; they are but two
of the many attributes of writing." - Tom Stoppard


People, especially popular poets, who use simplistic sports metaphors
deserve being made to listen to the eternal pointless (0-0) soccer game poem
recited by that excretable Australian poet whose name (thankfully) escapes me
though I'm sure Leanne, poor soul, has it burned into hers.

P.P.S. Vera Pavlova poem:

I think it will be winter when he comes.
From the unbearable whiteness of the road
a dot will emerge, so black that eyes will blur,
and it will be approaching for a long, long time,
making his absence commensurate with his coming,
and for a long, long time it will remain a dot.
A speck of dust? A burning in the eye? And snow,
there will be nothing else but snow,
and for a long, long while there will be nothing,
and he will pull away the snowy curtain,
he will acquire size and three dimensions,
he will keep coming closer, closer . . .
This is the limit, he cannot get closer. But he keeps approaching,
now too vast to measure . . .

From:
http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/...z1rXh7dT9j