I recently got my notification from the folks at CV2 that it is time once again to sign up for their annual Two-Day Poem Contest. Yep, that one. The one where I had to write a poem using (among other words) absquatulate, and copacetic. (You know it’s bad when ‘bombastic’ scarcely rates a mention.) If you’d like to see the poems that managed this feat – with vastly more grace, not to mention conviction and success than I did – you can read them here.
This year’s competition takes place over the weekend of April 14th and 15th. Sign up by April 6th, and on the stroke of midnight April 14th you will recieve the list of ten words which you must include in your poem. (For those of us in New Zealand, midnight CDT on the 14th corresponds to 5 pm that afternoon for us.)
In theory I should have my life back again by then. Or at least be free of tradesmen. (Sounds like I’m confessing to some sort of infestation, doesn’t it? Doctor, what’s the matter with me? Well I’m afraid you’ve got a bad case of Tradesmen. Have you been a bit lax in your personal hygiene lately?) And I’m not teaching in April, so that will also be one less thing to distract me. Plus I haven’t managed to write anything yet this year (I know, I know) other than funding proposals, and while they definitely could be classified as works of fiction, they aren’t by any stretch of the imagination “poetry”. So … I think I’m probably going to do it again. Who knows, maybe this year I’ll manage to be the Editor’s Mom’s Choice.
Anyone else fancy taking the plunge? Anybody? Anyone?