My Dear Mr Adamason, I've been thinking lately,that everything to do with poetry that isn't actually writing it or reading it, is like a kind of sick circus of ego. There is little wonder that so few non-poets want anything to do with it. I wonder if it was different in the 70's? The small presses, the competitions, the journals, the performing monkey readings, the constant submission, submit to this, submit to that. One must prove one's masochism, be a good little subbie. A sick circus of ego. How are you, by the way?
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"Meshing Bends In The Light" is so beautiful, Mr Adamson.
My Dear Mr Adamason,
I've been thinking lately,that everything to do with poetry that isn't actually writing it or reading it, is like a kind of sick circus of ego. There is little wonder that so few non-poets want anything to do with it. I wonder if it was different in the 70's? The small presses, the competitions, the journals, the performing monkey readings, the constant submission, submit to this, submit to that. One must prove one's masochism, be a good little subbie. A sick circus of ego. How are you, by the way?
Its after two and I'm in my bed now...lol. This is early for me as I'm quite a night-owl :-)
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