Are other people as astonished as I am by this kind of thing, found on any social networking site any day of the year?
Fabulous news! My haiku ‘The last dollop’ has been accepted by poetry mag ‘Custard Trolley’ special haiku edition. I am so thrilled, you can’t possibly imagine! Custard Trolley is one of the most prestigious and longstanding poetry mags of its kind: vibrant, innovative, and welcoming to unpublished or little known writers such as myself. What’s more they charge only $20 per submission, so it’s a bargain! Thanks to all my friends and family who have encouraged me to carry on writing despite so many rejections over the years, my recent nervous breakdown, and the loss of our cat, Tibby. I couldn’t have done it without you all!
This garbage will usually be followed by fifty ‘likes’ and a score of encouraging remarks such as ‘keep on writing, Gerry!’; ‘Always knew you had it in you’; ‘Next the Nobel!’
Why? Why does anyone care? Not specifically about Gerry’s haiku, but about such things at large? Why such a torrent of praise and encouragement? Is there not too much stuff in the world, especially dodgy stuff, bad poetry being amongst the dodgiest stuff around? Am I being a killjoy? Does it matter? Should anyone get worked up about this? Why do I look at Facebook anyway?
Good question. There must be something in me that feels that I am like Gerry, that I am, in fact, a version of him, and he of me. This is all so awful I think I should probably be condemned to death, probably by stoning. Better still, should never open Facebook again.
On a lighter note, I find this among my files, though I have no idea from whence it comes. A small delight, reflecting perfectly my own attitude to reading.
Much as we should love to grasp things with a complete understanding, invariably we cannot bring ourselves to pay the high cost of doing so. From books all we seek is to give ourselves unlaboured pleasure: or if we do study, pursue only those branches of learning which deal with self-knowledge and which teach us how to live. This is the winning post towards which your sweating nag should canter. Never bite your nails or use the whip when you come across difficult passages in your reading: after making a charge or two, let them be. Nothing worthwhile is done without some gaiety: persistence and too much intensity dazzle the judgement, making it sad and weary.
(with thanks to Eugene Dubnov for the llama)
Gerry got the punishment he deserves by being suckered into paying a $20 submission fee! With a little research, he could have come up with dozens that charge 0-10, and are much more reputable, with cash prizes too!
I’ve tried to stone the Gerry in me to death, but since I failed I am very careful he keeps quiet. How can anyone unleash him so fragrantly? I love how
you say things. Inés
Je je (or ha ha). I fear he lives in us all. And therefore I fear for our lives.