| Name | Yvon | |
| E-mail [public] | YvonJCormier@hotmail.com | |
| Homepage URL | http://www.myspace.com/proteanview | |
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Mr. Armstrong,
after reading some of the work here, and having read Rob Plath's work already, I can honestly say Lummox Kicks some serious ass. Now I've gotta buck up and submit one of my red headed step children for you to size up. Yvon |
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| Date | Thursday, September 4th 2008 - 01:28:09 PM | |
| Name | Suzan | |
| Homepage URL | http://yarrowaymountainpress.com | |
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Thank you for the interview with Patricia Wellingham-Jones. She is a talented poet, and I found it interesting and inspiring to read about the good work she does to share with others the healing process of writing. | |
| Date | Friday, August 15th 2008 - 09:01:34 PM | |
| Name | Norman J. Olson | |
| Homepage URL | http://www.normanjolson.com | |
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yes, very nice.... enjoyed pretty much all the poems.... but the interview??? i forgot the dude's name but he is an old "wanker" born about the time i started high school.... ha and he started submitting seriously a year ago and now has 141 aceptances... man that brings me down.... i started submitting poetry seriously in 1969, submitted thousands of poems, had one piece accepted in 1984!!!! then, about ten years later, i had a second piece accepted.... but then i never went to oxford either.... and i guess i am not a natural talent.... but well, maybe i should move to sweden.... it is fucking cold enough in minnesota!!! that i might as well....
i am suspicious of things that come easy.... but that comes probably from my ego.... seeing everything as valid only on my terms.... and as a person with no talent, nothing in the arts comes easy to me.... never has.... when i was in high school, the talented kids were doing posters for the spring fling, while i was copying pictures of flayed bodies out of Gray's Anatomy (the book the tv show must be named after) and dreaming about michelangelo and dracula.... plus pretty much flunking out of school.... i used to see how many days in a row i could go without talking to anybody when i was in high school.... usually after three or four, i would say "excuse me" or something and then think "shit time to start over again...." well today, i would probably be locked up or locked out or something as a dangerous loner.... although i was miserable, i was totally non violent.... had rifles and shotguns hanging on a rack in my bedroom but, it would never have occured to me to shoot anybody with one of them, shit, i could not even bring myself to shoot animals.... after high school, when my brother died in vietnam, i got really unstable and depressed.... maybe that was what was wrong with my poems in those days.... the mimeo mags maybe found them too depressing.... i don't know what they thought because, i would type the poems up on an old manual typewriter, send them in with an SASE and then throw away the SASE unopened when it came back... if the poems were not good enough to get published, why would i want to keep copies???? well, i still think that is sort of true, but now, i open the SASEs first because i no longer care what the fucking editor thinks or says.... like the one poem in Lummox says, my poetry is my ego jacking off dead people.... or something like that he said... anyway, it has no value to anybody except me, so i am amazed that anybody publishes it or reads it... ditto other people's poetry.... but then art altogether is pretty silly and worthless in a world where people really are dying of starvation and bullets all day every day.... and as oil gets more expensive and climate change reduces the arable land while population expands to 12 billion and beyond, i suspect the future of this species is pretty grim for the next hundred years or so and suspect that the future may resemble the past, more than we would wish.... probably not the planet of the apes but more likely, the planet of the mosquitos and rats..... but well, at least we have these electronic communications devices and i can send these words across thousands of miles of empty space from my fidgeting fingers to your eyes.... in california.... via some geosyncronous satalite.... for some reason, i think of you in canada.... did you move??? but, these miricle devices are so poverty stricken intellectually.... the smart phones do all kinds of stuff, but do they do anything worth doing??? the cell phone conversations i overhear on the bus seem to be monumentally idiotic.... considering that they require a miricle technonlogy... maybe i should start playing video games.... my brother in law had this game he showed me where i got to carry a machine gun and have this war on screen.... but the screen guys were smart and ruthless and always killed me the minute i came out of the water, no matter how sneaky i tried to be.... would the karma of the world have been better if i had killed them??? well, they don't really exist.... i think.... at least in the way that i think i exist, but, if my soul is something that exists only because it is perceived by others (a phillosophy i gleaned from Wilfred Owen), then maybe those electric guys are real.... as real anyway as gods and angels.... hmmmm... as real as i am to you.... well i do like to type and although i now think fondly of the old manual typewriter, i would not trade the computer for it.... it makes writing easy, at least it makes corrections easy.... but, retyping stuff made, i think for better writing in the content sense.... because i remember that i always changed prose around a lot when i retyped it to prepare a draft to submit for publication.... but then i still prepare careful drafts of prose submissions... except, rants against the evil coroporate technocracy are not publishable anywhere anymore..... so none of my prose ever gets published ... nobody wants to hear a really unconventional opinion.... maybe that will all change if hillary gets elected.... maybe i could go to DC and be her monica.... eat her muff under the desk.... well, maybe not.... but politics has always been shit and will not make things better!!! and will not become better no matter which idiot gets elected.... the dems will still send bombs and rifles to kill as quickly or almost so, as the neocons..... the religious nuts are still dangerous whether they are christian muslem or wicka... it is all shit and jive..... but fortunately, i still have my civil service job.... a cubicle and a window looking at a parking lot.... good place for an artist.... well, maybe not... but, i would not be comfortable in a high ceilinged atelier in paris, sweden or budapest and so, i will leave the nice boho life to the relatively young and talented and keep beating my head against this wall until dog shit falls from the moon..... best: norman j. olson |
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