When I was at the Melbourne Writers’ Festival, I was initiated into a secret-sort of knowledge; a fact – I hope – more momentary than universal, spoken more in jest than in spite. Still, depending on who’s drinking, and how much, this is the very important feeling among some people:
“Poets hate prose writers,” he said into my ear. “They are pampered, trumped-up, and over-flattered.”
I raised my hand, like a schoolgirl. “I – ah – I write prose.”
The poet laughed. “Naturally, I will make an exception in your case.”
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I wonder, though, if he did.
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Hopefully he had the good sense to be embarrassed and think twice about saying it again.
Bettina’s last blog post..damn!
Must be a thing with creative arts. Graphic designers don’t like fine artists much, and neither like art teachers at all. Trumpet players don’t like saxophonists who don’t like flautists and so on and so forth. We all like to think that our particular segment of the arts are the cat’s pajamas.
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D.P – Yes, you’re right. There are all sorts of rivalries, I guess. I suppose it’s to keep us honest; I suppose its just human nature.
Does that mean prose writers don’t like poets?
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