Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem.
The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.
I do not remember where I read that there are two kinds of poets: the good poets, who at a certain point destroy their bad poems and go off to run guns in Africa, and the bad poets, who publish theirs and keep writing more until they die.
He was such a bad writer, they revoked his poetic license.
All poets write bad poetry. Bad poets publish them, good poets burn them.
I loathe the trivialization of poetry that happens in creative writing classes. Teachers set exercises to stimulate subject matter: Write a poem about an imaginary landscape with real people in it. Write about a place your parents lived in before you were born. We have enough terrible poetry around without encouraging more of it.
Disobedience to conscience is voluntary; bad poetry, on the other hand, is usually not made on purpose.
It's bad poetry executed by people that can't sing. That's my definition of Rap.
The vast majority of free verse is ghastly. Utterly ghastly. No one reads it. No one listens to it.
That, lad," he said proudly, "was some of the worst poetry I have heard for a long time. It was offensive to the ear and a torrrture to the soul....We'll make a gonnagle out of ye yet!
I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie.
I've inherited the bad poetry genes, but not the inventor genes.
The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennyson, good poets at their best, wrote at their worst.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
I'm fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
I wrote a staggeringly bad poem when I was 19 after a girlfriend dumped me. I seem to remember comparing her to a tarantula. It was all very E. J. Thribb of me.
The bad poet is a toady mimicking nature.
Of all the affected, sapless, soulless, beginningless, endless, topless, bottomless, topsiturviest, scrannel- pipiest, tongs and boniest doggerel of sounds I ever endured the deadliest of, that eternityof nothing wasthe deadliest.
Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors.
I began writing poetry when I was about 10. Bad poetry, but you start with bad poetry.
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
