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	<title>Having a moan</title>
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		<title>It's good and dead, long live zombie poetry.</title>
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		<description> Is poetry dead?  Who cares?  How many times have we had this discussion?  No, it's not dead, you cry.  There's more poetry being written now than there ever was.  Look around you.  The internet is a marvel of communication.  Poets, poets everywhere and something about slimy things. 
 Blah.  Poetry didn't go through an amazing resurgence with the coming of the internet; what surged was people's ability to get in other people's faces without ever having to properly commit to any kind of relationship.  This nice safe little interface created a haven for the imagination, but there was a problem: imaginations just aren't what they used to be.  As a consequence of two or three generations of being told precisely what to think, how to act, who to vote for and so forth etc ad infinitum, &quot;creativity&quot; has come to mean &quot;see what else is around that you like and think you can manage, then copy it&quot;.  The personal diary became the public blog, and poetry in the key of I was soon de rigueur.   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Leanne Hanson</dc:creator>
		<category>Having a moan</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:43:21 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>To criticise</title>
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		<description> 







No censure or unneeded praise

comes from a master, only roads

gone upwards.  A true guide will raise,

by coaxing or at times with goads,

the seeker to an equal plain

if such exists.  To crush does naught

but shrink the pool; small fish may gain

and yet that kind is always caught.

A poem only ends when we

decide to close our eyes; no page

holds everything there ought to be

if closed off minds will not engage. </description>
		<dc:creator>Leanne Hanson</dc:creator>
		<category>Having a moan</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 01:03:37 GMT</pubDate>
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