“The poems play on the essential themes of the app – relationships, our increasingly unsympathetic world and quite a lot of sex.”
Supp? That’s British writer Max Willis, explaining in The Guardian what he plans to do as Grindr‘s newly-appointed “poet in residence.”
Willis also claims he’ll be loquaciously continuing the work Lord Byron started.
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Every month, the young scribe will be creating a video poem (directed by Ashley Joiner) that’ll be flashed in the app.
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“Each video threads into the next, telling a larger story about what is to be gay now (although I thought it best not to limit myself to what it means to be gay and on Grindr now – as that would mean a lot of requests to ‘send more pics’ and any number of unsolicited anatomical images).”
His first poem will be loosely based on Emily Dickinson’s “Remnants,” which Willis describes as a work that catalogues all the things you leave behind “psychologically and physically after sex; your interpretation of what happened, and the way you cleave to the remnants of it – the cigarette butts, the messed-up sheets.”
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He says his poetry will focus on gay men going on dates that culminate in a “crescendo of bodies.”
‘The truth is,” he says, “there is no ‘proper’ subject for poetry. All of life is its subject. Nothing should be out of bounds.”
Pic?
Heywood Jablowme
There once was a boy from Nantucket
Whose d!ck was so long that… uh… he didn’t need Grindr!
Chris
Not a haiku
We grind our meat
Like two dogs in heat
24/7 horniness
Heywood Jablowme
@Chris: LOL – but aren’t you a syllable off? (It’s been a rough day; I’ll count again.)
There once was
a Nantucket lad
So well hung
He did not need Grindr
= 17
Chris
A haiku requires 5-7-5; hence my title: “NOT a haiku” ….. After all, this is Grindr we’re dishing about.
Heywood Jablowme
Ah, I see…
Boy from Nantucket
D!ck so long he had no need
For Grindr
Heywood Jablowme
Oh no, that’s still wrong. Well it’s been a long day.
Monnocco
Pic? Lol!!!!
ChrisK
Cigarette butts? What is it 1950.
Nuttypea
Why does every young artist insist on coopting our few remaining asexual historical figures?
Heywood Jablowme
Sour grapes much?
“Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.” – Emily Dickinson