Well, ladies and gentlemen, the first and hopefully final installation of our “Bad/Dubious Poetry Contest” has come and gone. Many heads were shaken, both physically and otherwise; many jeers were spouted from behind snarling grimaces; and our first place winner walked away with a trophy that quite literally fell apart before she could raise it over her head in utter self-defeat.
Thanks be to all participants; be thee readers, writers, or spectators. We at the GLR are, as always, but a small group of word-nerds without you. This disdainful competition also proves what we at the GLR set out to believe at the event’s onset: that our campus is rich with literary artists who are so awfully talented, they simply couldn’t pass for supreme failure.
And now, we retreat into the swollen bog from whence we came, perhaps to rear our heads again when next our lovely campus is in need of utter intellectual destruction. A thousand more thank-yous!
The Greenleaf Review
Check out Amanda Dahill-Moore’s article on our disheartening competition, published in The Guilfordian.