i don’t get it, the poetry publishing thing, true, people definitely do read the new yorker, but does anyone really read radon journal? it’s a whole rigamarole, sending out poems with a bio, trying to figure out if the editors are interested, hoping for approval and acceptance, who cares? truly, many people know mary oliver or maya angelou, but do they know li-young lee? he’s an amazing poet, nobody knows him, nobody cares, the word obscure should follow almost anyone who names themself a poet, hi, i’m daniel, (obscure) poet, i watched a video posted in august with an inspiring poet from virginia, she read, she spoke about her life/work, it’s november, the video has like 17 views, obscure, anyway, the point, for me, is to write and self-publish, i need no approval, i think, this is an interesting piece, copy/paste/publish/done.
Tag: Blogging
When I Stopped Blogging
No one reads what
I write anymore.
Used to race to paste
poems on the screen,
look at me, look at me,
my words for all to see.
Now these things just sit
floating above blue
machine made lines.
They hide here for my
delight, in a notebook
with secrets held tight.
Daniel W. Polk 