My laptop is in the shop yet again. Possibly this was the last gasp of the beleaguered motherboard — I feel its pain, deeply — so I am not only without a draft this week — which is fine, because when I include the dragonfly challenge poem (a challenge I won, by the bye!), I’ve met my allotted 4 poems and am due a week off for revisions anyway — but I’m not really able to write a proper post as such. It’s too difficult when I’m running hither and yon, checking email on the library’s computer when I can, borrowing my neighbor’s laptop at other times.
However, in those halcyon days before my laptop failed me, just three days ago, I found this article on Magma Poetry’s website, from an old issue, as I trawled the interwebs, and it’s great fun. Brilliant. They have a regular column, “Poetry in Practice”, and this is one installment from a few years ago. You should go and read the entire bit, but here are a few clips, not by any means the least of it:
*Ending. A. Poem. Like. This. Is. Often. Crap.
*Never agree to stay behind and look at the folders or manuscripts of individual poets after teaching a workshop. This leads straight to boiling in pig’s blood in hell.
*Don’t, as I was, be put off by the lofty way reviewers and academics write about poetry – think of it as the pidgin language of a far-away land you never need visit.
*Reviewing should be firm, kind and not more than one sentence cruel. If you can help it.
*Don’t go to a dinner or drinks party where you don’t know the other invitees and say you’re a poet. Auden settled on ‘Medieval Historian’, I normally say ‘Logician’.