I know that rejection goes hand-in-hand with being a writer. I know some of the greatest writers never really gained recognition during their lifetimes. If I don't want to experience rejection, I should probably make chocolate chip cookies for a living. Poetry, and judging poetry, is so subjective. The poet who judged the contest which I just lost abysmally did not like my work. That does not make my poetry bad. That just means his aesthetic and my aesthetic do not coincide. (That's a very nice way of saying his taste in poetry is for shit. Not that I'm bitter.)
I did find out the name of the person who won the contest. I googled him and read some of his work. He writes the kind of poems I dislike reading, full of imagery that doesn't come together into something organic and whole. (That's also a very nice way of saying his poems are for shit. Not that I'm bitter.)
|Gaining some perspective? Not.|
|I think Voldemort judged the poetry contest|
But that thousand dollars in prize money would have really come in handy this summer.
Saint Marty is going to wallow a little while longer.
|My schedule tonight|