1000 Black Lines mentioned the Poets and Writers article titled That Glittering Possibility in a recent post. This is the same P& W piece I blogged on back on the 20th.
Black Lines was disturbed because almost all the 18 debut poets who had been published were teachers. He lamented that he was not one and that perhaps what his 60+ page manuscript needed was not a cover letter but a resume and a list of name dropping connections.
I thought about the article. It was the same one I read and while I didn't count the number of teachers by profession, I did note that most all of them spent years and countless contests to finally achieve publication. Leslie Bumstead for example - 3 years. Victoria Chang between 30 and 45 contests. K.E. Duffin spent 6 years in pursuit of a publisher... more then half the 11 years he spent writing the book. Sarah Gridley 4 years - two years shorter than it took to write the book. Laura Sims entered 20 contests. Mark Sullivan between 75 and 100 contests.
If teaching and connections played a role in getting the manuscripts of these people into print, it certainly did not save them from years pursuit and enormous numbers of entries.
I just thought since the two of us read the same article and saw two different things, it was worth another perspective.
Poetry Publication
Friday, October 28, 2005
Food Chain Lesson 101

Ok, lets get this straight.
Someone in the administration outed Velarie Plume a classified agent of the CIA to the press. Velarie is the wife of former ambassador Joseph Wilson. Wislon had been dispatched to Niger to check out a claim that Iraq was buying "yellow care" (material necessary to construct nuclear weapons - not a dessert)from them. Wilson had countered the notion by the Bush Administration that Iraq was amassing weapons of mass destruction (WMDs)- a claim that Bush and Cheney used to make their justification for going to war with Iraq. The outing was believed to be in retaliation to Wilson's challenge of misinformation.
So Libby, Carl Rove and others within the administration were the focus of an attempt to learn who breached her classified identity. Libby is indicted for lying and obstruction of justice (hum... remember Watergate?) So, who was Libby lying to protect?
Libby Cheney Iraq Rove Bush Plame
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Sylvia's Birthday
Vice President for Torture
Vice President for Torture
I felt this editorial by the Washington Post was meritorious of recommending to everyone. It amazes how embolden the Bush administration has become. I urge you to read this editorial and pass it along to your friends.
Torture Cheney
I felt this editorial by the Washington Post was meritorious of recommending to everyone. It amazes how embolden the Bush administration has become. I urge you to read this editorial and pass it along to your friends.
Torture Cheney
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The Rise and Fall
Still, as a heart between beats
One side of the fullest measure
The other side of the empty pit
I count the number of empty
Mock reason till I cry
Tears soaked in dysphoria
Pensive head in hand
Neuropathy rattles inside
The disconnect pulls
Chicken plucked from the bone
Gray matter- real, proven
According to Einstein
But dead like the soon to be night
Dying embers
Huff- they glow
But alone they show no will
No gasping- no desire
Numb, black tarnishing gray
A shadow circles overhead
Am I keeping him up
Or is this my wake
Night becomes the insulation
It is all there is to swallow
It claws at the insides
The night belongs to no one
But me- a poison apple
Polished black hematite
Even the circling shadow
Has lost faith
Surrendering me to dystopia
The desire for another-
Treasonous to the night
A verdict read in silence
Bailiff touches my shoulder
Reminding me the night is long
It may never comply
And end at all-
But provide eternal company
Through this solitary screaming purgatory
Empty to touch
Empty to warmth
Empty to breath
Empty to the rise and fall of love
Poetry
One side of the fullest measure
The other side of the empty pit
I count the number of empty
Mock reason till I cry
Tears soaked in dysphoria
Pensive head in hand
Neuropathy rattles inside
The disconnect pulls
Chicken plucked from the bone
Gray matter- real, proven
According to Einstein
But dead like the soon to be night
Dying embers
Huff- they glow
But alone they show no will
No gasping- no desire
Numb, black tarnishing gray
A shadow circles overhead
Am I keeping him up
Or is this my wake
Night becomes the insulation
It is all there is to swallow
It claws at the insides
The night belongs to no one
But me- a poison apple
Polished black hematite
Even the circling shadow
Has lost faith
Surrendering me to dystopia
The desire for another-
Treasonous to the night
A verdict read in silence
Bailiff touches my shoulder
Reminding me the night is long
It may never comply
And end at all-
But provide eternal company
Through this solitary screaming purgatory
Empty to touch
Empty to warmth
Empty to breath
Empty to the rise and fall of love
Poetry
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Guardian Unlimited | Special reports | Cheney cited as source in CIA leak investigation
Guardian Unlimited | Special reports | Cheney cited as source in CIA leak investigation
Now see, this comes as no surprise to me at all. In fact - I'd be shocked if Bush and Cheney had not discussed this originally.
Cheney Rove Libby
Now see, this comes as no surprise to me at all. In fact - I'd be shocked if Bush and Cheney had not discussed this originally.
Cheney Rove Libby
The Jury Is Out
I had to report for jury duty this morning but I have been released. We were told it was a criminal trial and at the last minute there was an accepted plea change. I doubt that I would have actually been seated - there are just too many reasons for me to be stricken.
I write up a storm last night. Wrote and read way into the night. Anyone read any of Elizabeth Elliott's poems? I was into "Burn All Night" last night and it is a wonderful mixture of sublime and intensely powerful imagery. I highly recommend it.
Among my favorite:
Superiority of A Fly - Small Forks In The Wrong Drawer - Six Miles Nearer Heaven - Resist Me Death - and of course the title poem Burn All Night.
I write up a storm last night. Wrote and read way into the night. Anyone read any of Elizabeth Elliott's poems? I was into "Burn All Night" last night and it is a wonderful mixture of sublime and intensely powerful imagery. I highly recommend it.
Among my favorite:
Superiority of A Fly - Small Forks In The Wrong Drawer - Six Miles Nearer Heaven - Resist Me Death - and of course the title poem Burn All Night.
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