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I spent the weekend getting my read on. For the first time, I obtained hard copies of Poetry Volume 2 and 3. I ‘m about half way through volume two. Needless to say, it hurts. However I am happy to finally reach a point, two years after it came out, where I can fold open the spine and say, “Damn. All of that happened.”
Something interesting I’ve learned since I started publishing poetry is that when I discus my writing with people, they’re happy to talk novel, short story or the executive writing I do by day. Once I mention the poetry books, all I usually get are nervous shifts and averted eye contact.
I’ve come to learn that the reason for this is a lot of modern day poetry sucks. Or at least, a lot of modern day “popular” poetry. Is there even such thing in the present age?
Anyways, I’m glad that these awkward experiences often result in my book getting in the hands of someone who doesn’t like poetry – and then words along the lines of, “Wow, this really isn’t what I expected,” are spoken.
I like that. I consider myself more of an anti-poet. Style has nothing to do with it. It’s about words on a page that create feeling. I believe my poetry books create that environment and it’s exciting to see them get ordered.
Now all I have to do is finish editing them… second editions will circulate in Spring. Then onto the lost volume…