I think one its strengths is how deeply personal it is.
As someone who doesn't know Teppy all that well, I'd say the recognizeability of the experience- if not literal universality- was very evocative.
Kind of along the lines of what Deb is referring to.
Really, though, poetry (with or without meter) is something I want to sing
I know what you mean. Rebecca Lizard wrote a poem that I read aloud over and over because of how wonderful the rhythm is -- like music.
I usually don't post in here, but I was intrigued by talk of Steph's new piece in whichever thread it was.
I'm not poetry gal. I don't have the sensibility for it most of the time (or haven't applied myself to it enough to develop one, is more like it). But, I delurk here to say that I thought this was lovely and evocative. Oh, well, that's what Astarte just said, isn't it? Well, then, I concur. And I wanted Steph to know that, in response to
I was afraid maybe it would resonate with only me,
it resonated with me, and I'm pretty much a stranger. So, there you go. You do good work with the words and stuff (see? no poetry from me).
They used the phrase "chick lit?"
The term is widespread in the industry. A.k.a "We want another Bridget Jones, only the same."
Sounds like it won't be clit lit.
I am not. even. touching. that concept.
better not. Your palms will get hairy.
You all do know that the "southern" genre is referred to, by southerners, at least, as "grit lit," right?
What sort of irresistible force is bearing us ever more inexorably back to the Eisenhower-era 50s? I can't seem to find a firm toehold in the present or a fingerhold in the future to resist the nastiness.