Poetry Reading in Oslo
Never had the lack of talent exhibited itself in so many poets.
I`m referring to a poetry fest in Oslo- years ago- for whom
Norwegian was not their first language.
On a wooden table, booklets of third- rate poetry trying to
look invisible disowning the poet`s feeble effort to make
words sing. The poetry reading was disrupted the readers
a military band next door a blessing for the listeners of
trite words of love. Among the na´ve public, women looking
for sex with young poets thinking it was romantic.
What a moth- eaten group of poets assembled in this cold and
áindifferent land, hope is when they came home sat down and
through hard work gave birth to poetry.