Scar city is the brief: the null slogan
that underwrites the ad men
Who've put up huge billboards
by the side of the expressway,
screening off the derelict houses
and patches of waste ground from view.
Near the industrial district, half
a street's worth of wire fences
surrounds a building site: trenches
and wooden crosses in the mud.
The contractor's logo on a red sign
declares the enterprise: MEND-A-
Saving Face - Joel Lane
I've been contemplating inspiration of late...well, not of late, more like for the past few months whilst trying to drive myself barmy. Not that that actually takes a lot. However I realised the other day that I've stopped reading poetry. Which in the past has been one of my main sources of inspiration. I think other than the designers block I've been struggling with poetry because I've been re-reading poems which I love to death rather than new ones which could lead to new ideas.
So, what I'd like is suggestions of pieces of poetry, old or modern, short or long, hiaku or epically long. I don't mind. But I would love it if anyone who reads this post would take a moment to think of their favourite piece of poetry and post it's name.
I don't mind if you never return to my blog, but I would be grateful for the inspiration!
