By News & Resources Editor Martin Elwell. Send me your found poetry news.
Tired of all the time and effort required to turn your tweets into a sonnet, rondel or indriso? Don’t spend another minute sorting through 140 characters of confusing language. Let Poetweet do the work for you! Here’s a sample:
Not sure where you fit in the world? Feel like the universe just doesn’t care about you? Try erasing some Sartre here. If that doesn’t have you feeling loved, check out the #existentialism hashtag and piece together a poem. If you can’t erase that feeling of loneliness, joining the conversation on Twitter will have you feeling bitter…I mean better…in no time!
Most of those who are making use of this word would be highly confused if required to explain its meaning. For since it has become fashionable, people cheerfully declare that this musician or that painter is “existentialist.” A columnist in Clartes signs himself “The Existentialist,” and, indeed, the word is now so loosely applied to so many things that it no longer means anything at all. It would appear that, for the lack of any novel doctrine such as that of surrealism, all those who are eager to join in the latest scandal or movement now seize upon this philosophy in which, however, they can find nothing to their purpose. For in truth this is of all teachings the least scandalous and the most austere: it is intended strictly for technicians and philosophers. All the same, it can easily be defined.
What do PoMoSco participants do when existential crisis strikes? They survey their resources! They remember their training! They dig deep and write a poem. Are you in?