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selkie at 12:31pm on 11/11/2005
selkie at 12:31pm on 11/11/2005I'm thinking about writing a poem.
God, it's disaster for all concerned, really.
I have a terrible complex about my poetry, which leads me to make the following statement:
Denise Wadsworth Trimm, please rot in whatever private hell is reserved for shitty, self-esteem-destroying teachers of creative writing.
Seriously. I buried, shredded and burnt a lot of it. And it's still not very good. It's not at the level I'm pleased and proud to have reached in my published work, and it's light-years lagging from where I'd like to be as far as craft for things I haven't yet published. I write about one poem every two years.
And I'm thinking hard about doing it again.
God, it's disaster for all concerned, really.
I have a terrible complex about my poetry, which leads me to make the following statement:
Denise Wadsworth Trimm, please rot in whatever private hell is reserved for shitty, self-esteem-destroying teachers of creative writing.
Seriously. I buried, shredded and burnt a lot of it. And it's still not very good. It's not at the level I'm pleased and proud to have reached in my published work, and it's light-years lagging from where I'd like to be as far as craft for things I haven't yet published. I write about one poem every two years.
And I'm thinking hard about doing it again.
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Therefore!
Seeing as how all your other writing is good, it seems impossible that your poetry can be worse than hers.
(Art critics' opinions don't count in the least, you know.)
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Poetry is hard and tricky and very rewarding.
I smite that woman. With my big SCA-authorized smiting stick.
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You are far from a fit judge. If I may remind the seal-in-residence: (a) your poetry does not suck (b) you got one published this year, and it still did not suck (c) do I get to see it when you are done?
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Write them, and imagine that every poem you write is a barbed arrow shot straight into Mrs. Trimm's soft places, kind of like one sees in paintings of the martyrdom of Saint Sebastian. A pox on the miserable woman!
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Unless one counts the tremendously poetic bits of prose you've done at Milliways, as Kassandra. Which I don't mind telling you have made me cry on at least one occasion.