I don't think there's any chance of some contagion taking hold, Marty. We all know what the name of the game is, a bit of variety adds interest.
There's good and bad in everything Marty.
I know what you mean by modern verse looking like prose, arbitrarily chopped up and stacked vertically. And it gets worse, some " free verse " just seems to be nothing but a pretentious rant by somebody trying to look as bizarre as possible, without any regard for communication or meaning. (by the way, Maureen's green sample is good , I think )
By the same token there is metered and rhyme verse presented that has woeful faults, clanging rhyme, inept appoach to metric construction, stale language, tedious repetition of unvarying end stopping, hackneyed themes. etc. And the ABPA judges have fumed against finding these things in comp entries.
I suggest that the real battle is not between one form or another but between what is done well and what is done badly.
To take a cue from Glenny, I start to break out in an itchy rash when people seem to have the view that it can be explained in a simple formulas.
A is not equal to non-A. If you are our
friend, A=rhymed ballads, non-A = "free verse " or if you are
the enemy, A=modern form, non-A= metre/rhyme verse. It's just not that simple.
Stephen Fry ( The Ode Less Travelled ) tells a very interesting story how a friend of his was certain that Dylan Thomas' poem, Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night is a modern free form poem. The friend was astonished that Stephen Fry was able to demonstrate that Dylan Thomas' poem is a traditional form using iambic metre and a strict rhyming scheme. A lesson to be learned there, there is more scope in metred rhymed verse than some of our bush poets seem to realise. We don't need to go anywhere near so-called free form to make interesting and imaginative variations. I think the criticisms of the modernists against bush poetry( quaint verse, Dr Suess rhyme, rancid doggerel ) has more to do with what they see as lack of originality and variety rather than some simple prejudice against rhyme and metre.
At the grand symposium we'll fix all that
