I published, privately, a collection of my serious poetry I had written over the years. I only published 50 copies, which I gave to friends, in a special deluxe edition. It was ridiculously expensive but I'm glad that I did it.
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Action Poetry Revisited 2012
(A) I revisited my poem 'action poetry written in 1987' and was published in my anthology of a collection of over-20-year poems entitled 'WORDS AND TREE' published by Myat Pwint Publishing House in 2005 in Yangon, Myanmar.
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(B) action poetry: he is dancing.
he is riding a horse.
he is driving a car.
He is speaking a language.
He is walking.
He is pressing a button of a video camera.
he is doing not knowing that he is doing an action.
he is learning karate.
he is navigating a ship.
He is doing things which others ask him to do.
He is building a house.
He is buying and selling.
he is teaching.
(Oh! ! The whole world is packed with a variety of colourful actions! ! ! !)
But
He has never seen his own mental operations. mental compositions, mental compositions and mental deconstructions.
Translation from Myanmar language by Nyein Way
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(C) rewritten &retrospected by poet nyein way in 2012
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Poet Nyein Way
Not To Be Published
With every artist, singer and writer
there are certain things they do
they never wish to see released
at least in their lifetime.
I have to admit I have a file
that reads not to be published
of things I have written.
I feel they are not appropriate,
not that I am ashamed of them.
It is just that
they may be - misunderstood.
No doubt as years go by,
I will probably add more
to that file of things
not to be published.
poem by David Harris
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Prose-Poetry
Once prose and poetry existed side by side
Two styles of literature, each with its bound
Jealously guarded by the literati
Lest prose masquerades as poetry.
The First World War smashed all fetters,
Soldiers wrote heart-rending poetic letters
To sweethearts, friends, fathers and mothers.
Newspapers published their anguish and horrors
The literati classed them as prose
And turned up their nose
At such a new trend of mongrelised poetry;
But the public gave it name and identity
Prose-poetry began to gain respectability.
Prose-poetry is a contradiction in terms,
An oxymoron; a paradox of many forms.
When well written, words flow as though in rhyme
Thought and syntax together dance with rhythm.
Some pen few lines haphazardly,
String words together arbitrarily,
Flit between thoughts randomly,
Structure their poems casually.
They want us to see them as thinkers
In fact, they are just wearing blinkers.
If only they could see their folly
They’d stop abusing prose-poetry.
poem by Isam Hussain
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Well - I started writing - probably in the early 60s and by say '65-'66 I had read most of the poetry that had been published - certainly in the 20 years prior to that.
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I had been a student in Vienna, and one of the neat little things I had found out was about that zoo. It was a good debut novel for me to have published. I was 26 or 27 when it was published. I already had a kid and would soon have a second.
quote by John Irving
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That's a wonderful change that's taken place, and so most poetry today is published, if not directly by the person, certainly by the enterprise of the poet himself, working with his friends.
quote by A.R. Ammons
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In Loving Memory
A long time ago,1976 to be exact
a friend said I should go along
to a writing class he had joined.
Therefore, I did and met someone,
who was to change my life.
However, I did not know it at the time.
For the first couple of years he was simply my tutor.
However, as the years rolled on,
he became my mentor,
and most of all my friend.
For every year, we knew one another
the friendship grew stronger than before.
Before I met Maurice,
he had published four novels
and I have every one.
He started with A City Called Holy,
next came The Splendour and the Havoc,
and then The World and the Flesh,
and finally Across the Frontier.
He also wrote plays,
produced, directed and acted
in them with his wife Peggy.
When I met him his books
were out of print,
but through the years,
I found them one by one.
After a friendship that lasted
over seventeen years Maurice died.
However just before he passed away,
he told me how his local library
had approached him, wanting to know
if he had any copies of his books,
as they only had one left.
He did not and felt sadly about that.
As he told me, I made a promise to myself.
Not matter how long it took,
or how much it would cost,
his local library would have,
those books of his they did not have.
More than ten years passed from the time of his death,
until I was finally able to fulfil my promise.
I collected through the years
the books the library was missing.
In January 2006, I presented them to his local library.
It was a way of saluting a special friend,
helping keep his name alive.
I did it because of the special gifts,
through the years he gave me.
His friendship, his knowledge and help
with my writing no one had ever given before.
Therefore, any success
that I may ever achieve
can be contributed to him.
A gentleman of words,
my tutor, my mentor,
and lastly a very kind and special friend.
(For the late Maurice Callard)
poem by David Harris
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I could give you some names of Workshop participants who are as good as many who are being published but haven't had the right editor recognize their merit or have not been adequately published.
quote by James Gunn
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My first collection of poems was published by Bloodaxe Books, which was then a very new imprint.
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I looked back at some of my earlier published stories with genuine horror and remorse. I got thinking, How many extant copies might there be, who owns them, and do they keep their doors locked?
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Hospital Art Revisited in 2012
Oh! A conceptual poetry of mine written in 1987, which was published in my first poetry book'Words and Tree'-an anthology of over 20-year collections of my poems(1983 to 1984) by myat pwint publishing house in yangon, Myanmar in January,2005.
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Suff ering, a thinking process
Death, a sudden happening
Caring, sharing-a life.
I think I got spoiled and that writing a short story and getting it published, or writing a novel and getting it published, you pretty much get to do the first, second and third draft yourself without a whole lot of interference.
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Oldest Love Poem In The World (4000 years old)
Written from a priestess to a king…4000 yrs ago
Bridegroom…dear to my heart
Goodly is your beauty
And honeysweet
You have captivated me
Let me stand trembling
before you
And I would be taken
To your bedchamber
Bridegroom…
You have taken
Your pleasure of me
Tell my mother…
She will give you
Delicasies
And my father
Will give you
gifts
Written over 4000 years ago-authoress unknown
From an ancient Sumerian Tablet unearthed in Nippur Iraq
Edited just slightly by David O
Could this first published poetess even have conceived
That her intimate poem would be read all over the world?
This is not plagiarism! (at least not strictly so)
I just wanted the oldest poet In the world to get her overdue credit
And also to see how this lady's poetry is received today.
Let me know if you agree with me that…
This lady knew how to write, especially given that poetry and writing itself were both in their infancy
poem by David Whalen
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I Have Written Too Much
I HAVE WRITTEN TOO MUCH
I have written too much -
I have published too much-
I have worried too much
About the making of my own name-
I have wanted fame and honor too much -
I have made too much of myself -
I am embarrassed and ashamed
About the excessive attention I sometimes receive-
After all I am only a little man
Who has wanted to hide away in his own dreams-
A little man embarrassed when singled out for the special love he wants so much-
If I were completely honest I wouldn't even write these lines,
But I need to write to live-
I don't think I really need anyone to read them
But of course I want still to be praised for them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I would love mainland Chinese to read my book. There is a Chinese translation which I worked on myself, published in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Many copies have gone into China but it is still banned.
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World's worst poetry sold for $12,840
now, mine shall sell at
$15,000 per line.
EDINBURGH, Scotland – The vocabulary is poor and the rhyme excruciating but a collector paid $12,840 Friday for original works by William Topaz McGonagall, internationally celebrated as the worst poet ever to assault the English language.
Up for auction was a collection of 35 poems McGonagall self-published in the 1890s, in which he rambles about everything from a theatre fire and the life of Robert Burns to women's suffrage and Britain's imperial wars. Bad as it was, it did not reach the top estimate of $15,600 at the sale, conducted by Edinburgh auctioneers Lyon & Turnbull.
Still, McGonagall's work outstripped a collection of rare and inscribed Harry Potter books by Edinburgh resident J.K. Rowling, which fetched $12,000 at the same sale.
McGonagall's lack of talent was matched only by his delusion and ego. Along with the 35 poems were a portfolio of posters and two copies of his rather short autobiography – 'dedicated to himself, knowing none greater.'
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetry is Dead
Capital D.
Go to the bookstore if you don’t
Believe me
See if you can find the poetry
Way back in the back where
Most people seldom go
If you do find it, what
Do you see?
Frost and Dickinson and
Susan Polis Schutz
Oh, yes, Poetry is Dead.
Who killed it? And why?
We need to find the corpse
Get a sample of DNA
Re-construct a new being
A Poetry people can relate to
A Poetry people want to hear
A Poetry not only striking
But with something vividly important
To say.
(Previously published in CER*BER*US, XLIII, July 2001)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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Even before he had one book published, Jack was one of those people you could feel was very special.
quote by David Amram
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I had a great time investigating the pigments of different mutant fruit flies by following experimental protocols published in Scientific American, and I also remember making my own beetle collection when it was still acceptable to make such collections.
quote by Paul Nurse
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