December 13th, 2003

key to the kingdom

Two new poems

Fiction Press is being stupid, so I'm going to post them here.

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Note: the "Em" in the first poem is not the Lovely Emily, who is lovely and does not smoke and I didn't even meet her until college.
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Poetry self-wank ahoy!

Great. I turn in three poems to poetryslamming. So, first I'm a racist ("Gringo Soap"). I think I defused that one, though.

One of the voters (who may be a mod also, I'm not sure) requests a fourth poem to help make up her mind. I panic, as I don't have anything else short, and so I write "Smoke" (see previous entry). A couple of votes later, I get snarled at for having four poems instead of the strict three your application post is supposed to have, even though it's clearly marked as being requested by another member. The snarler (hey, I snarl with the best of 'em, nothing personal) said that it was early in the morning, etc., and that a request is fine but she's not going to read it. So that seems to have taken care of itself.

Then I'm a plagiarist ("Written on the Body"). *facepalms* What happened was that I got the idea for the poem from a title I randomly saw. Never read the book, don't know what it's about. (So if you've ever done anything like that, take this as a warning: always credit everything!) Still waiting to see how this one turns out. Update: Vindicated!

I'd just throw up my hands and say, "None of this is worth it," but it's not like the actual publishing industry is going to be cupcakes and kittycats, either. If my poem comes off as racist, I need to know it, and if I riffed on someone's title and that's a problem, it's going to come up again at some point.

Still: fnarrr.


Just to ward off any future trouble: the only people who can post in this community are accepted members. If you friend them, you have to produce your three poems ASAP, and you can only comment in that thread until you're accepted (if you are at all). I don't know that anyone would do this, but please don't go down there and try to post anything in my defense. I just wanted to post my own little wangst here. I can take care of myself. I hope.
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worried about Sam

I wanted to post this separate from the poetryslamming wangst because I didn't want it to come off as a new and creative version of the "How can you be so mean to me! My crippled sister is dying of cancer in Iraq!" ploy.

We have three dogs. Lucky Dog is the cocker spaniel; Sam and Meko are the two poms. Sam is the cutest, sweetest fluffy white pom you will ever meet.



Two weeks ago, we noticed that he had something going on under his fur. The vet said it was ringworm, but that didn't explain why it was black. So we take him again this weekend for an update, possibly a lime bath, and the vet's like, "Oh, that's not ringworm. That's A SPIDER BITE. It's spread, and the black means that the skin is dead. We're going to have to do surgery."

Now, Meko, for example, can't even be put to sleep to have her teeth cleaned, she's so old and so small. I'm now worried sick about Sam, who is a lot younger, but... and forget me, my stepfather will just crumple if anything happens to Sam. See, the poms are stepdogs--George has had them for years (I think Sam is 5). He's lost a lot of poms to various health problems, and he just loves them to death. And I am really, really worried.
key to the kingdom

Womanly Words revision

All right. The original is this epic 2-3 page dictionary poem. I've drastically shortened it, although I'm still wondering if it's too long. Also, the beginning magically shifted into 5-line stanzas while I was revising; I don't know if that form breaking down works thematically, or it just... doesn't. Let me know what you think.

P.S. FP spacing is lame. You can adjust it by going to "text pref" in the upper righthand corner of the screen and screwing with the two options to the far right.
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