I lived in the Mill without moss
I was reading on the blog of an artist how long they spend gazing before they take a photograph.And how long they spend editing or thinking about it before they post it.And therefore criticising people who take lots of photos and post them all quickly
And I truly wish everyone would spend such time before they post a letter or send an email to a friend..
Still,it’s just a case of the pot calling the kettle black!
We English have a grating sense of numinousity or did I mean h umorosity?
Never mind the numen,think about us humans!
Sprechen Sie Freudsch?
How to Prepare Poetry Manuscript Submissions
What are the manuscript guidelines for poetry submission, including chapbooks?
Here’s advice from the editors of Poet’s Market:
The guidelines are slightly different for poetry manuscripts than for fiction manuscripts. Following is a brief checklist for submitting either individual poems or a poetry manuscript.
For individual poems:
- Send only three to five poems at one time, positioning your best poems on top. Most editors don’t have time to read more than five poems and less than three doesn’t provide a sufficient sample of your work.
- Type one poem to a page, single-spaced with double-spacing between stanzas. (Haiku may be an exception here.) Leave at least a one-inch margin on all sides of the page.
- Include your name, address and telephone number in the upper left or right corner. The title of your poem should appear in all caps in initial caps about six lines underneath your address, centered or flush left. Begin the poem one line beneath the title.
For book manuscripts:
- First, when submitting a poetry collection to a book publisher, it is best to request guidelines since press requirements vary from a query letter with a few sample poems to the entire manuscript.
- When submitting an entire poetry manuscript, use a separate cover sheet for your name, address and telephone number. Center your book title and byline about halfway down the page. Then include your last name and page number in the top left margin of the first and each subsequent manuscript page.
- Again, type one poem to a page, single-spaced with double spacing between stanzas. Leave at least a 1-inch margin on all sides of the page.
- If a poem carries over to a second sheet, list your name in the top left margin. Underneath your name include a key word from the poem’s title, the page number and information on whether the lines at the top are a continuation of the same stanza or the start of a new one (e.g., continue stanza or begin new stanza).
For more submission tips, check out Poet’s Market.
Peace is all I need
Peace from artificial social ways
Like Mcdonald‘s burgers
And sentimental cards.
It’s a right men feel they have.
Like toddlers want French fries
And pink milk.
I think men don’t know how intrusive
Their smell is and their flesh
To someone who doesn’t love them.
And social kissing is so false.
When people gripe and snipe
When you’re not there.
So we’ll have to invent some new ways
Some new designs.
Or do I have to wear a plaque
|I was wedded to slights so I asked for a divorce on the grounds of boredom.|
|Please reel with zip|
|I sent a fatal crow over to him with a message|
|I bent a mortal bow and fired at the unicorn as it flew awry|
|Deep nicks marred his chin.Why not grow a beard, I said.He cut my throat with hisses|
|You look so dear .yet still a fright.I am unsure how you ravage it|
|He’s like diamond in the pigs’ trough|
|We dug for the moles and they are terribly rude.No gratitude at all.|
|I dig myself into a hole in my mattress to sleep.It’s india rubber|
|Drip your flow into the water dolorosa to augment it|
|Is dirt cheap?|
|What is the wrong entry?|
|Do as i pray and not as i say|
|Do birds fry eggs?|
|He said do or die so I dyed my inside out|
|Flu is your crutch?|
|Give anew unto others|
|I shall dry William Blake|
Do you feel me when I feel you?
Who is the real me
|Life does my heart in good|
Dear Mabel,I have ten spirits following my blog but no people.Am I doing something wrong?
is a name
we gave to clever
much and think they know all
and are conceited
and think they own
the world of words
but really it’s the
common people who invented language
and stories and poems
who talked the world into bing
I beg your pardon
I never say
even as a joke
I am utterly
affronted by your conjunction
and offended by your defensiveness
even the Pope
likes vulgar jokes
so who are you
“It is fascinating…to follow [her] attempts to rid herself of the obstacles which prevent her painting”
– Anna Freud, 1950
Sarah brought me a book the night we were previewing her install: On Not Being Able to Paint. It’s a reflection on creativity from the 50s, by psychoanalyst Marion Milner. I appreciated the timing: about to go public with her first big foray outside painting proper, she produced a treatise about what it means to not paint.
So far, I’ve read only the introduction the book, which Sigmund’s daughter Anna Freud – an important psychoanalyst in her own right – contributed. Analogizing the therapeutic situation and the painter’s context, Freud notes that both psychological and creative breakthroughs require dedicated spaces for uninhibited work.
The residency attempts to proffer such a space, and within that space, Sarah made another one. Within the venue, she delineated a corner for her installation…
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