Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, February 24, 2011

New Mental Health Entries

Click here for these new entries:
  • Creative Nonfiction Has Begun to Suck (24 February)
  • How Embarrassed I Am, Part One (21 February)
  • Did You Accidentally Hire a Poet? A Checklist (15 February)
  • Recap of UMSL Small-Publishers Panel (12 February)
  • The First Writer I Ever Saw (10 February)
  • When Three People Show Up (10 February)
The Mental Health for Writers blog has moved to www.bookeval.com/sanity-bubble. Other than that it ain't no different. Please change your bookmark.

Friday, August 20, 2010

WinningWriters.com

Regarding the Winning Writers website, for a while I took only their free email newsletter listing poetry contests without entry fees. Curious, and so you don't have to, and so I have the info for the people who ask me, I finally subscribed to their Poetry Contest Insider, for which I pay $9.95 per quarter. This admits me to a well-organized database of more than 750(!) U.S. and U.K. poetry contests, both free and with entry fees.

Winning Writers sponsors its own 2 poetry contests, and "assists" in 3 more, all prominently offering top prizes in the unusually high and attractive $1500-$2000 range, and judged by their staff. One contest has no entry fee. The others do. As a premium subscriber I am permitted to see the prizewinning poems and the honorable mention poems. They tend to be lengthy and craft-free, in the way beginning poets' works are. And now I have a better sense of how the site and its staff support themselves, and who supports them: thousands of poets artificially hungry for artificial prizes.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

2 Odious Things in Recent Poetry

The poetry one likes is so much a matter of personal taste. But in some recent books highly praised, recommended, etc., I saw some incredibly stupid lines. Example:

Who can see a stranger's wrist/ and not have regrets? (Immediate response: "Me, that's who!")

And You know what else? Caught myself doing this: TOO MANY POEMS today are written addressing "You," but they don't mean the reader. What's going on? I suspect poets have been shamed out of saying "I" -- too egotistical. "You" is a displacement. It may help camouflage the fact that "You" is too often the poet's mom, dad, boyfriend, or somebody else too unimportant to have any identity besides that of a vehicle for, or target of, the poem. I am trying to remind myself to have a very good reason not to use "he" or "she" or "Celia."