[[Johnny]] phoned in a tizzy this afternoon to tell me that Jian Ghomeshi was on Q announcing that I was one of the winners of the “6 Word Love Story” contest. I heard the announcement of the contest while driving over to Sackville on Tuesday, so I had 4 hours of time in the car to mull over my entry. Which ended up as:
You’re dying.
I cut your toenails.
It’s a poem inspired by actual toenails. And actual love. I won, it seems, in the category “real little love stories” and won a showdown against “Saw her today, cried all night” thanks to judging (audio) by The Trews.
It’s been a heady, poetry-filled week.
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Was I actually in a tizzy?
Was I actually in a tizzy? You make me sound like a giddy schoolgirl!
I count 7, but good show!
I count 7, but good show!
Type it into a word processor
Type it into a word processor and do a word count…
I was going to say something
I was going to say something about poetry being judged by computer, but then I appreciated that it does scan (?) exactly like six, even though my eyes and analytical side tell me 7. Clearly of the two of us it’s my word processor that has the better ear.
You’re on par with Hemingway
You’re on par with Hemingway’s “For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.”
Q’s great.
Here is six on your six:Up
Here is six on your six:
Up front the image isn’t lovely.
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