Karen Greenbaum-Maya's photo and poetry blog: what I see when I look, what I write when I do (and weird things I overhear)
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
lingerie doll
On a side street deep in Hollywood.
I think I'll wait to post the other poem until it has actually appeared in Sow's Ear. I don't want to violate the "previously unpublished" requirement.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Yippee-o-kai-yay
The Dog Whisperer, Golden Gate Park
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Rant of the week
I realize that editors of journals and 'zines have many things to do, and I understand if what I have sent them isn't going to work for them (see below). Still, when they request SASEs, I include one. How hard can it be to grab for one of those pre-printed rejection notes (see below), stuff it in the envelope, and drop it in the pile of out-going mail? Seriously, I have waited 335 days for Earth's Daughters, 256 days for Chattahoochee Review, and 227 days for Alimentum. It is rude. Plus, I use my interesting stamps--the Robert Rauschenbergs, the kelp forests--because I know I will (or would) appreciate them when (if) they show up.
The poem you see below is to be read down each column, then across both lines. The first column is taken verbatim from a form rejection letter (in one of those SASEs) that the editor did send me.
Co-axial Response to a Snippy Form Rejection Letter
Since poetry is…….…sparks against darkness, conceived
in general……………..in private, so easily snuffed by
such a subjective…….random draft, made yet not made. Seek
art, I’ve found………..no solace; try to wait, go make a place,
it better not…………...be here. Fear makes us hasty;
to comment…………..too soon is like cursing the unborn,
poems simply do not….like locking up fledglings in a wooden prison
suit……………………that forbids turning to see. But never mind
my personal…………limits. Sparks transform wood.
taste………………….Only what results, emerges—nothing else concerns us.
The poem you see below is to be read down each column, then across both lines. The first column is taken verbatim from a form rejection letter (in one of those SASEs) that the editor did send me.
Co-axial Response to a Snippy Form Rejection Letter
Since poetry is…….…sparks against darkness, conceived
in general……………..in private, so easily snuffed by
such a subjective…….random draft, made yet not made. Seek
art, I’ve found………..no solace; try to wait, go make a place,
it better not…………...be here. Fear makes us hasty;
to comment…………..too soon is like cursing the unborn,
poems simply do not….like locking up fledglings in a wooden prison
suit……………………that forbids turning to see. But never mind
my personal…………limits. Sparks transform wood.
taste………………….Only what results, emerges—nothing else concerns us.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Cat behind a door, honeycomb tile floor
She wanted so much to be let out, or at least petted, and there was nothing we could do about it. Union Street, Cow Hollow district, SF
The blue portal to Capt. Nemo's 'comix' shop in SLO.
Marvelous blue sky today. If I weren't in the house working, I'd never know it was 100+ outside. The reading went well yesterday, and Russell Salomon effortlessly rewrote two poems I've been working on for...a long time. Got right to the heart of them and everything. Shucks.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
faded construction address
Poetry reading today at the Claremont Public Library. I just got burned by splashback fat, preparing tonight's dinner for long slow cooking. Really interferes with typing...and hurts like a bastard.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Lotsa stuff to write
Trying to catch those notions that appear out of the corner of my eye. Also trying to engage the left-brain functions so I can finish up an evaluation.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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