I think it’s good we take a good long hard look at what we’re calling literature these days and if it enhances our lives less than quality ice cream, chuck it out the window and start over. No one has the time for hollow lit, whether they know it or not.
submitted published water 19.9% 24.8% death 14.1% 15.2% blood 11.7% 13.8% stone 11.1% 16.0% bone 9.1% 7.8% poetry 7.6% 10.3% heart 7.5% 6.7% fish 7.0% 5.3% birth 5.5% 7.4% darkness 3.9% 17.0% rust 3.3% 2.5% cat 2.3% 2.8%
The poor editors at the Virginia Quarterly Review just went through their poetry submissions and found that cliche trumps a lack thereof as far as getting published goes. While I think it’s vain to be totally afraid of cliche, generally its presence means a regurgitation of tired topics that no one really wants to read. As one commenter said:
The only difference
between poetry
and that which is not
poetry
is how you use
the return key.Which may explain why it is a
dead
art form,
Practiced by many
but read by none. ^
On the nose!
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