Palin as poet

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Sarah Palin for poet laureate? Say it ain’t so!

Julian Gough, at Prospect, proposes Palin for America’s 47th poet laureate:

The talent of a woman who can improvise a perfect 17-syllable haiku live, in front of 30,000 people—

What’s the difference
Between a hockey mom and
A pit bull? Lipstick

—must not be wasted!

If Obama is serious about ending the divisions between Democrat and
Republican, between blue states and red, between Darwinist and
creationist; if he truly believes in change—then he will appoint Sarah
Palin as America’s 47th poet laureate.


“I dried up completely about five years ago”

Gough jests about nominating Sarah Palin. But being poet laureate in Great Britain is nothing to laugh about. Apparently, the post is so debilitating to creativity and insulting to the muse, that Britain’s current Poet Laureate, Andrew Motion, is stepping down next year.

Excerpt from the Huffington Post:

British poet laureate Andrew Motion is planning to resign next year. And while he has long professed his desire to leave the lifetime appointment early, he is more anxious than ever to get back to living without the laurels. Motion, it seems, has developed a nasty case of writer’s block and describes his time as poet laureate as having been “very, very damaging” to his work. “I dried up completely about five years ago,” he told the British newspaper The Guardian, “and can’t write anything except to commission.”

To read the entire article, including an example of one of the poems that Andrew Motion wrote on commission, click here.

Here’s a related article from

Land of opportunity

In the United States, there are also state poet laureates and even poet laureates of boroughs.

Your Poems Are
All My Beautiful Children
Annette Marie Hyder
Previously published in Poems Niederngasse

What? No, take my suggestion
of course you can have it
he says, filling up the glass of my ear
with the wine of his words
proffering titles and line breaks
like aphrodisiac hors d’oeuvres.

He teases with similes and metaphors
flirts with assonance and rhyme.
His tropes are one long erotic massage.
He slips into my poem like he is slipping into my bed;
has a hard-on of an opinion and knows how to use it.

I want you to get big with my thoughts
he says, your poems
are all my beautiful children.
He says it like a dare.

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