Tonight's Poet Corner: Quota
Quota by Belinda Roddie We often begin speeches with, "As so and so once said," but we do not tend to start with something they did not say. For we know that William Shakespeare wrote "All the world's a stage," but he did not say, "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood." In the not-so-distant future, the frothy intake of quotable quotations will be so unpurely saturated that we would rather belch out alphabets for commencement addresses than a notable frog's croaking. The word notable will cease to exist, for in an age where art has no quota - canvases can shine from every TV monitor and every small compact miniature screen on a pad tablet stone wax slab you scratch your name and password into every day. Poets will no longer be poets because poets have always shared blood with the obscure. We bleed not for the ink to glow, but for it to spread outward in thick, shiny puddles that radiate the light of the mo