Well, anyway - tonight I fell a short step into a place I did not mean to go.
I have avoided the Mithril contentiousness, but someone decided I needed to know about an exchange and emailed me a link.
Now, as I said, I *promised* myself I wasn't going there, and I should have left the moment I realized where the link had taken me. What is it about the way my brain works, that I, who won't break a promise to someone else, cannot keep them for my own good?
I didn't stay long, and I managed not to say anything while I was there. But I have to point to this as one of the biggest frustrations of the week.
from this thread severely edited because I am only trying to make a single point. This is a discussion of the poetry category from last year-
marigold, re llinos: What I would like answered is, how did something that met all of the criteria not make the cut last year? Because honestly, it was a great poem. It has won awards elsewhere, received rave reviews, has no technical flaws or misspellings or any grammatical errors. llinos is a paid poet when she wants to be, and anyone who has had the pleasure of receiving a birthday poem from her can attest to her skill. She mentors poets in the fandom. Some winners in this category actually had technical flaws, in what you think would have been a carefully judged category. There are none in hers. Yet it was not even short listed.
when called out to point to these flaws, llinos responded:
I am not about to name individual's poems here and I have not read them all in great depth, I don't have time. But my main issue would be with imperfect rhymes, in particular, rhyming a singular noun with a plural.
Since there was only a single winner in the category, I think "winners" might include the runner up and two commended poems. That runner up was Home By Morning, and yes, I am in the frame of mind to think it is the unnammed offender.
But those of you who spent any time in the V&A with me know that, in spite of what Home means to me, that's not why I am so frustrated I want to **SCREAM**
It's the juxtaposition of "She mentors poets in the fandom" with the idea that poetry, of all things, gets it's wings from "technical" perfection, and the horrifying deal-breaking criteria rhyming a singular noun with a plural....
I'm done. I need chocolate and bed.