Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, August 29, 2010

That's What it's like to be rejected

Trashed from two magazines in the last two weeks. For legal reasons, I will not name the magazines directly. X(1) rejected 3 poems. X(2) rejected the same 3 poems, rewritten. They [X(2)] were, however, more helpful, offering the following:

Thank you for sending us "3 poems". We appreciate the chance to read
it. Unfortunately, we're going to pass on it at this time. Please refer
below to the editor's notes as to why.

Editor's notes:
Unoriginal subject matter
trite wordings
cliches

Thanks again for you submission.

I doubt the "thanks".

JPC

Thursday, July 15, 2010

New to Review

"Nox" by Anne Carson

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Two New Pieces in CommonSense2.com

This month I have two new pieces in CommonSense2.com.

The first is a review of Alice Walker's poetry collection A Poem Travelled Down My Arm:
http://commonsense2.com/2010/07/book-reviews/a-poem-traveled-down-my-arm-by-alice-walker/
Alice Walker and I have had a troubled history (my review of her collection Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth is the only 100% negative review I have ever given), and so I found myself surprised when I enjoyed the new collection of poems. Indeed, I have great respect for Walker's recent work, which seems to be a return to form after a dry spell.

The second piece is titled "The McLaughlin Group (with Monica?)":
http://commonsense2.com/2010/07/cultural-criticism/the-mclaughlin-group-with-monica/
In which I attempt to figure out what Monica Crowley was put on the McLaughlin round table and beg Tony Blankley to come back.

JPC

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Snarky

I read with a small grain of salt,
a poem last night without fault
though it made no sense
I'm sure it's not coincidence
That Lewis Carroll authored the thingametault.
*
All of Snarks and Boojums last night
Resulting in Dreams quite afright
I covered my head
While I slept in my bed
to save myself from creatures of non-light.
*
No doubt Carroll is to blame
for this rambling, quite innane,
but the matter of fact
is I don't know where he's at
because Carroll isn't really his name.
*
Snarky Snarky Snark,
JPC