A memo to self and all other word slingers, possibly. The Irish author/lecturer Michael E Hughes (second novel, Country) posted a tweet on National Poetry Day saying he could never think of poetry or poets without thinking of the Flann O’Brien piece from which this aphorism came.
Anyone who grew up with Flann’s essential, surreal-but-true books of Irish life in an acid bath of the imagination - Poor Mouth, Dalkey Archives, Third Policeman, Collected Works - must recognise the kernel of pure truth at the centre of his witty little saying.
And his words and worldview were certainly enough to fuel this poem and, in time to come, many many more. Take that as a warning, folks.
Mind how you go.
lyrics
NO EXCUSE FOR POETRY
There’s no excuse for poetry.
At least that’s what I’ve learned.
From your rhymes and imagery this word worm has turned On concentrating experience and stretching it into the line On giving the random coherence and framing words So that they chime.
There’s no excuse for poetry,
And that is a natural fact.
It’s like that album by ATV where the image has cracked. Stop it. We don’t need it. It’s really so much guff.
If you look around any bookshop
You’ll find plenty of the stuff.
You’ll never make a Shakespeare And you ain’t no Ogden Nash.
Your words, they’re just garbage
That should be dumped out with the trash. Your insights are puerile and nobody wants to know About your past life and its challenges
And how you loved her so,
You loved her so, you loved her so, you love her so.
But there’s something fearful rising,
Deep in the heart of man.
It’s best to get it out there. Is that really your plan? Do you think it makes a difference
As the jackboots smash the face? That it’s more than an impotent excretion From a flailing human race?
Look. There’s no excuse for poetry.
Flann O’Brien said this, so it’s true.
There’s no excuse for your writing,
So you’d best find something else to do.
If you’re so sensitive and caring, why not become a nurse? Consider waiting or kitchen work and give up on the verse. I know, its not too serious
And you’re only trying to bring cheer,
But you really shouldn’t bother.
You should just get your arse into gear.
Find a road that’s long and winding
Where you can bury the thoughts that you keep finding. If you have a limerick or a riddle, set them on the griddle. Take the sonnet and the ballad
And turn them into verbal salad.
And do it all with full contrition,
Because there is a lot of ammunition
In the doggerel you keep dishing.
Free of useless baggage, your journey now can start To the realisation that you had nothing,
Ever, worthwhile to impart.
Stand up straight. Walk the highway, Right into the dead of night.
And don’t bother writing a poem about it. It is bound to be shite.
credits
from Utopia,
released February 1, 2019
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