I kid you not. Right now the Swedish championship in poetry is taking place. That’s just wrong in so many ways. And I can’t help but feel that I would’ve loved to participate! I could’ve written a few sonnets aimed at talking trash about the concept of poetry itself. In a hopefully poetic manner.

In a typically pretentious way, they have a slogan along the lines of “you can’t compete in poetry; that’s why we do it.” Not only are they setting up a ridiculous competition – they’re also pretending that they’ve considered the errors of their ways. Even if I try for decades, I won’t reach their level of pretentiousness!

On a positive note, the age of the participants seem to be pretty high; I was sure that this would’ve drawn goths and teen wannabes from all over the country, rather than the slightly elderly people features on photos on the homepage. Maybe the youngsters just hang around the place, commenting on how the older people have no passion; they don’t understand love; they don’t understand pain; they don’t understand youth; they don’t understand age; they don’t understand life; they don’t understand.

I wonder if there’s a world championship in poetry.

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