Hehe! Your poem is an apt description of frustration felt for those judging art. I dig it.
Bukowski was onto something. I'd like to do something like that just to convey (to no one in particuliar but myself) a sarcastic sneering deferrence to those posessing the power to reject or publish.
That's kinda the thing. Ya work on something so personal, only to hope to have it validated by people who have no idea and never will have an idea exactly what you mean.
I kind of resent the whole process. So, I don't really mind if any poetry I write gets published. I'm content just to write it.
Stories are different, though. And I'm working on a few now that I hope to have published.. eventually.
(I have a habit of being anti-everything only to my own detriment, maybe.)
Anyway. Enough about me. What's up with you? Or exciting with you. Whatever you feel safe sharing, that is.
Bukowski was onto something. I'd like to do something like that just to convey (to no one in particuliar but myself) a sarcastic sneering deferrence to those posessing the power to reject or publish.
That's kinda the thing. Ya work on something so personal, only to hope to have it validated by people who have no idea and never will have an idea exactly what you mean.
I kind of resent the whole process. So, I don't really mind if any poetry I write gets published. I'm content just to write it.
Stories are different, though. And I'm working on a few now that I hope to have published.. eventually.
(I have a habit of being anti-everything only to my own detriment, maybe.)
Anyway. Enough about me. What's up with you? Or exciting with you. Whatever you feel safe sharing, that is.