St. Augustine on the poetry game
June 14, 2014
This is possibly one of the least profound purposes for quoting from Confessions of a Sinner but, nevertheless, it’s a reminder about what matters in the art:
“In public we were cocksure, in private superstitious, and everywhere void and empty. On the one hand we would hunt for worthless popular distinctions, the applause of an audience, prizes for poetry, or quickly fading wreaths won in competition…”
— St. Augustine
Disclaimer: I’ve just entered a large number of poems for The Bridport Prize.
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