A Remark on "The Mainstream"
I plead "no contest" to the charge that I am a "mainstream" poet. I feel no need to respond with more than two questions to the allegation, even when made with a condescending sneer.
I only ask, Can you find the river I fish in?
If so, are you poet enough to stand against the current?
Enough of this tiny, self-indulgent mourning. I have a novel to write.
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The image on the poster is “Evening Fishing” (1989) by Russell Chatham.
posted by greg rappleye at 10:59 AM
3 Comments:
Sometimes I suspect "mainstream" is code for "your poems actually make sense, whereas mine are full of exploding underpants." I have very little patience with poetry that stridently tries to be avant garde, difficult to the point of emptiness. I'll take fullness and mainstream any day.
Who said that??
yeah, like Sara said. Enough with the exploding underpants already. Give me a damn good poem about a hummingbird.
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