"Occasionally they rhyme, if that whets your appetite."
When queried by the audience concerning how he started to write poetry, he explained he was in Grade 11 and he bet his friend that he could write a poem with an a-b-a-b rhyme pattern. It sparked the poet within him. Here's an excerpt from one of the great poems he read during the evening moderated by Moira MacDougall:
Paper Eclipse
from Judith Fitzgerald: The Globe and Mail: In Other Words: Diaspora Dialogues II
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I would like the writing judged for what it is, not for what I am, which is nothing much, a rake-thin stretch of insecure flesh and bones hoisted up on a set of 50-foot crutches.
Far too often, ruminations on the author's damage, youth, blondeness, blackness, oldness, snideness, beauty, darkness, eloquence govern the slant of critical reception and, oftentimes, overshadow the book.
This is mainly due to the laziness and the ineptitude of literary critics operating in one of the few industries that persistently hires unqualified individuals to perform highly specialized tasks.
from Judith Fitzgerald: The Globe and Mail: In Other Words: Unvarnished D.O. Dodd
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