There's tons of poems people got that are like this:
the Dalai Lama
was the protester
that got shot
in Hong Kong
because he sucks
I fucking hate him.
I guess somebody could come up with some plausible reason which links that plain fact with what we're doing today, which is printing poems without having read them first. Last night, this promise was made:
As a protest against the myth of meritocracy in poetryland, we will be publishing everything that we get sent without exception sent before midnight Cali time (in 50 minutes or whatevr) https://t.co/zzANzFfm9R— Paintbucket.page ☭ Send us poems & art (@paintbucketpage) October 5, 2019
Now it's dawn and it's obvious that there isn't really much reason to do this. Jamie Berrout's new essay "Against Publishing" on her Patreon (but not behind a paywall or anything) is about meritocracy, which probably is responsible for the word, but she should hardly be held accountable for this publicity stunt. If you're being extremely charitable out of affection for this page, you might argue that there's something if not clever, then possibly something curious about this.
But none of any of that is at all relevant to what lead us ("Us"! the flash of shame at using the plural-singular, even if it's otherwise appropriate, when discussing an error for which you are solely responsible! oh dear!) to make that promise. I'll give an explanation in just a moment how and why this all happened, but in the interest of transparency, I should concede that it's fake.
So. The reason we did this (*wink*) is because if all the noise we make about our poetry being distinct ideologically is anything more than just radical bluster and marketing, then we ought to be able to demonstrate once in a while that we can do something which would be entirely impossible within the world of poetry that's connected with power and what-not. So, yeah. That's a self-aggrandizing reason as is imaginable, but in fairness, we are grand.
One actual thing (why would you believe me?): all this got wrote before reading the poems that came in. All I know is there's like maybe five or eight of them. Oh wait, one more thing. So, yeah, all these are published without any pretense of an editor reviewing them before putting them online. The only stated condition was submitting before the deadline, but in practice this means probably already being a reader of this page and if not then probably at least the target audience for this content. But there is no such thing as meritocracy, and if there was it wouldn't be in poetry. There's too much at stake in the opinion of like the big gross empire collapsing around us to just hand poetry acclaim to the deserving. So, ya. This counts as a byline.
- Treaty Day
- Union Drive
- Warm Comfort
- Deerly Beloved II.VI (XIII): Cauterizing The Cold
Persephone Erin Hudson
- a Weatherman Waits
- FREE (the people of) TIBET (from the fucking Dalai Lama)
- having a panic attack in the auto department