The same title poems are not a technical problem any more than multichapter stories are a problem. You have "zero-gravity tea ceremony" and "zero-gravity tea ceremony 2" and 3 and 4, up to "zero-gravity tea ceremony N".OK, I will think about this some more and come up with something. I confess I hadn't thought about the problem with the same title poems. I didn't expect things to be going as smoothly and with such great results either. I thought that if two or three people made it through all 25 forms and 50 triggers into a second round, it would have been a good run already.
There's actually a kind of weird appeal in that—write a book of poetry in which all of the poems have the same title.
The problem is not exactly the triggers (though those are part of it), nor exactly the forms (though ditto). The problem is that I think the contest as structured generates a lot of bad poetry. Maybe that's just bad poetry from me:
The Ballad of Tiger's Woods
Some podic garbage which twists polemic at the end.
In older times, they would be wood
And not be made of metal.
Persimmon, block or laminate,
Craftsmen would on settle.
But times are very different now.
Wood's woods are wood no more.
They're probably titanium,
To make his golf ball soar.
He'll smack the piss out of the ball,
If balls had piss to smack.
(Nope. Rubber bands 'round solid core
With dimples on their back.)
A Tiger wood is custom made
By Nike, Beaverton—
A town in very western state
Near Portland, Oregon.
He'll carry different degrees loft.
At least his caddy will.
For legally, he's fourteen clubs
To sportsman's task fulfill.
(I guess I've shown I'm rather bored
With writing ballad form.
I think it's time consider we
Survivor rule reform.)
I mean, that's really awful and pointless and, I know, the basic response would be "well, if you think it's so bad, don't write that. Don't post that."Some podic garbage which twists polemic at the end.
In older times, they would be wood
And not be made of metal.
Persimmon, block or laminate,
Craftsmen would on settle.
But times are very different now.
Wood's woods are wood no more.
They're probably titanium,
To make his golf ball soar.
He'll smack the piss out of the ball,
If balls had piss to smack.
(Nope. Rubber bands 'round solid core
With dimples on their back.)
A Tiger wood is custom made
By Nike, Beaverton—
A town in very western state
Near Portland, Oregon.
He'll carry different degrees loft.
At least his caddy will.
For legally, he's fourteen clubs
To sportsman's task fulfill.
(I guess I've shown I'm rather bored
With writing ballad form.
I think it's time consider we
Survivor rule reform.)
But the structure is a contest where He (or She) Who Writes The Most Wins. So quality doesn't come into play.
I'm not sure how it should, though.
To quote darkmaas, though,
The organizers can now pat themselves on the back, MORE POETRY.
I am not convinced that volume increases quality, personally or collectively.