I know, I already posted this somewhere else on the site, but I love my own writing so much that I can’t resist, heh heh. Also it bears repeating, in my humble opinion.
I’m not trying to be a renegade or a revolutionary, but I object! This is Litmocracy! I have a RIGHT to object! Right? (she said, timidly)
So:
I am in complete agreement with Captain Vegetable’s apparent confusion, and in fact, trying to rank a photo against a poem, or a short story against a news story, has now turned me into something akin to a (Captain?) vegetable. What do carrots SAY when they get burnt out? How does that compare, on a scale of one to ten, with how they LOOK? If somebody wrote a poem about burnt out carrots, say, “Woe unto ye, who have overcooked me; may ye be overcooked yourselves; yet shall we survive, for we are Root Vegetables”—how does this compare to “Carrot overcooked by Julie in kitchen, details at nine”???? I don’t know how to rank these. It seems to me that they are both equally good in their own ways. The poem is poetic and the news is newsy (I expect more news at nine). I have absolutely no idea how to rate four radically different art forms against each other and say that one is better. I guess a really good picture of some fried carrots might win, but at the expense of such an excellent short story (which I would post if only I could figure out how to vote enough)? Can this be right?
I fear that things are going to get much more arbitrary around here. People may vote madly, but I doubt they will know what they are doing. At least, I don’t. Sincerely. If the aim is to get rid of the non-fiction and the art, that’s one thing, but surely throwing the wine glasses, the poodle, the rolled oats and the camera into the kitchen sink is sort of akin to throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
My two cents.
Respectfully,
J (Carrot) Hemingway