Cryptic Critiques Harshness will be my new M.O., shredding words and poets’ psyches. My gloves are off, stand back in awe- prepare yourselves for my reviews. If I am really disgusted I’ll say “how sweet.” flow out of line becomes “such unique tempo.” Lousy rhymes earns a cryptic rhymed retort and meter… hard to comment when none. No, days of being nice, saying it straight are long gone, best be ready when I come, reading your words, however dreadful, for then I’ll tell how “wonderful” I found them. After all, arent we metaphor generators? And besides is not this penned poem of mine almost a masterpiece?
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 12:05:08 +0000