The Sun is poetry. No, seriously! The Sun is poetry, you just don’t know it yet.
Opinions on The Sun divide the nation here in the UK (I can’t speak for anywhere else in the world.) Many view it, myself included, as a supercilious tabloid that spews invective left, right, and centre. I am, however, open to the fact that I may be missing something by dismissing it as so. The Sun has the biggest readership via circulation of physical copies of any newspaper here in the UK, and there is certainly a reason as to why so many people read it, but one that I fail to see.
That’s not to say I think other newspapers far excel The Sun; I’m not particularly fond of The Express, Daily Mail, or even The Guardian, and that saddens me. It saddens me that these news outlets all have their own agenda to peddle, that news has to make money and be first instead of being news, and that I can’t read something in a paper or online and believe it without fact checking it first.
So, if the news is not news anymore, but instead all about money and hidden agendas, what else can it be? Yes, that’s right, it can be poetry. And that is exactly what I’ve done with the copy of The Sun I purchased earlier (mercifully cheap, may I add.) I cannot deny the perverse pleasure I received from literally cutting through half truths with my trusty scissors to create something whole.
A survivor of grief,
Tested by trouble
and want of justice,
now lies in tatters.
A criminal waste.
That was short, not-so-sweet, and probably of an appropriate tone given the news these days. I hope this illustrates that anyone has the ability to create something new out of something negative.
Thank you very much for reading.