Will have poetry features in January and hopefully Februrary, then likely to go on hiatus and work on a revised version of an old chapbook. Thanks to the poets, living and dead, who made the SoCal scene a better place for the last dozen years.
The underneath of the statement:
Years ago, I had a health teacher in high school (a coach who looked like a cross between Peter Lorre and Patton Oswalt) lecturing our class about "survival of the fittest."
Years later, I had an accounting professor (last name Goode) who, when I asked for help on an assignment, said: "You haven't done a damned thing." Meaning that I hadn't put in enough work struggling with the problem.
I guess I feel that I've done a bit of both in recent years with regards to poetry. There could have been more work I could have put into what I've done. And I'm not blessed with Darwinian (or even Jeff Probst/Mark Burnett) survival skills.
This year, I had the equivalent of rifle butts to the head from current and former SoCal community members. All this helped to remind me that I have, in their collective opinion, a poor attitude, lack of reverence for certain community leaders and a writing ability lacking in such things as "imagery."
And recently, I've felt some light breezes of condescension from at least one current community leader.
But, enough politeness about adversity. I'm hoping to get HOLLYWOOD POETRY's 10th anniversary edition out in 2011.
And I'm thankful to have discovered poets and poetry for all the occasional heartache and pain that's a byproduct.
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