Hot off the blog is ANOTHER reply to my curly question about why poets poetecise, this time a very thoughtful and honest reply about struggling to find new things to say, by one of my longtime favourite poets, joanne burns,…
Hot off the blog is ANOTHER reply to my curly question about why poets poetecise, this time a very thoughtful and honest reply about struggling to find new things to say, by one of my longtime favourite poets, joanne burns,…
alicia sometimes is the latest bunny to jump into the headlights of the tricky question that I habitually put to poets and yet never deign to answer myself. Her answer went up on The Blue Corner a while back. Here…
Four more of my poetries were rejunkted by the folks at Overland, this time “If We Detached the Hands of the Town Hall Clock From Its Internal Mechanism and Let Gravity Have Its Way”, “…and for a moment”, “After the…
TL;DR: Giant robots and poetry together at last for the first time the way you demanded it. Keywords: Giant robots, Transformers, poetry, John Warwicker Word count: 1,293 words Just before Christmas I got contacted by David Prater about participating in…
I asked a bunch of poets the above question. I’ll keep posting them until I run out or get distracted. Kevin Brophy says: Why I Write Poetry My mother prays for me. Her prayers sometimes appear in my pockets as…
I asked a bunch of poets the above question. I’ll keep posting them until I run out or get distracted. Nathan Curnow says: I guess the challenge/complexity of the form just seems to fit with me. It’s work and it’s…
Attention conservation notice: I had a bunch of poems rejected by a bunch of journals. Keywords: poetry, rejection, persistence, Antipodes, Meanjin, Overland, Wet Ink, Island, The New Yorker, Poetry, The Josephine Ulrick Poetry Prize Word count: 1152 words Hokay, time…
I asked a bunch of poets the above question. I’ll post their answers until I run out or get distracted… Matt Hetherington says: “because if i DON’T, i feel WRONG. dirty, restless, irritable. it’s like cleaning the windows [or other…
With November receding far into the distance – how was THAT for a December that got a bunch of chemicals dumped on it in the middle of a lightning storm, hah? – it’s time to reflect upon the remainder of…
Time for the latest tally of rejection! Overland finally got around to knocking back the other two poems that I hadn’t heard from them about, so I sent them two more (“Again!” and “Forty Dollars”) for consideration and they knocked…