For those newbies to the forum, we had a little collective contribution to a poetry website... So, I submitted one in a drunken browsing session. Forever and a day, for just one more lay... The wind in your hair The tears in your eye You ran out of Nair And now you must cry... The salt on your wounds My balls on your chin I just can't help it My satisfied grin... The time has now come And now so have I Just swallow it down And don't you ask why... Jack D. Lomotilian Copyright ©2002 Jack D. Lomotilian Quite to my surprise, they didn't delete it. In fact, they've been sending me letters about it: "Jack, your poem was selected for publication because of it's unique perspective and your artistic vision. We believe it will add to the importance and appeal of this edition..." They want to publish the damn thing in their fucking book! Just the other day, they sent me another letter, they also sell 'audio cds' of the poems, and they want to put it on there, too... Sweet fucking Christ... What's this world coming to?
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Kurious Kit: pretty kool, lomo. it would be neat if u got world recognition for it, too.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> n then had to read it on live kamera!
For those of you who don't know how places like Poetry.com work, ANYONE can be in their book...just pay the 69.95 or whatever it is for a copy...they don't even screen the poetry, you get an auto-response.
BTW: Can't remember if I posted this here yet or not, but I gave them my folk's PO Box as the address... So, they sent all that shit to their box. Little did I know there was a 'window' on the envelope that showed the whole poem... Aaaaah, yes... So satisfying hearing my mom read that to me over the phone...
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Friar Bitchicus Slapiticus: Aaaaah, yes... So satisfying hearing my mom read that to me over the phone...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> i bet she was moved
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Yummy: For those of you who don't know how places like Poetry.com work, ANYONE can be in their book...just pay the 69.95 or whatever it is for a copy...they don't even screen the poetry, you get an auto-response.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> They're trying to sell me one, but fuck if I'm gonna buy one. I'll just go to the library and tear out the page with my poem on it.
poetry.com is just another internet scam. but that was some nice work. you should send it to some REAL publishers.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Yummy: For those of you who don't know how places like Poetry.com work, ANYONE can be in their book...just pay the 69.95 or whatever it is for a copy...they don't even screen the poetry, you get an auto-response.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I was just gonna say pretty much the exact same thing. After reading the original thread a few months back my roommate wrote some wacked poem cause some chic played him like a chump. After he submitted it to poetry.com, they started sending him all this correspondence about publishing his poem...I tried to tell him that it was all crap, they'd eventually ask for money. He didn't seem to believe me though. Well, last week they sent him this big packet in the mail about a poetry convention and national contest. He got all pumped up and shit....until he read the fine print. To his dismay, they wanted money. Huh, imagine that... Oh yeah, here's his "kickass" poem: Untitled Memories tinged with regret weigh heavily The scent of Fall...it crushes you Empty things floating on the wind Their dancing delicate, aching Embracing you in their gentle rustle Whispering of your mortality And inability to change them Lazarus Roft Copyright ©2002 Lazarus Roft What a fuckin' great poem *ahem*...
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Pentothal Sodium: poetry.com is just another internet scam. but that was some nice work. you should send it to some REAL publishers.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Shit... wouldn't know where to begin.
loook in the yellowpages under "publishing houses". some of my hateful tripe has been published in a real book. i'll find the ISBN number if ya like?
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Friar Bitchicus Slapiticus: Yeah... well... well... <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> The funniest fuckin' thing about it was the price for the convention package...$600.00, that doesn't even include travel and hotel accomodations. I'm thinking about taking some pics of the shit they sent him so I can post it...nawwww, I'm just too lazy. Needless to say it was funny as shit to see the dejected look on his face when he realized that I was right.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Friar Bitchicus Slapiticus: They're trying to sell me one, but fuck if I'm gonna buy one. I'll just go to the library and tear out the page with my poem on it.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> They don't carry those books in libraries or bookstores...no one but the idiots in the book would want to read them.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Friar Bitchicus Slapiticus: BTW: Can't remember if I posted this here yet or not, but I gave them my folk's PO Box as the address... So, they sent all that shit to their box. Little did I know there was a 'window' on the envelope that showed the whole poem... Aaaaah, yes... So satisfying hearing my mom read that to me over the phone...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> hahaha.. that's like when my computer illiterate mum wanted to scan a book page and didn't know what to do, so clicked a few things in the document section of the start menu and opened my.. ahem.. revealing picture that was posted in the old fugly SS forum...
I knew that'd trigger a memory with you, Pimp... Fred: Yeah, I noticed it's a marketing ploy, but fuck it... I'll invest 32 cents to tell them it's cool to print that shit. Thiopental: How much did they pay you? I fucking hate poetry, but for some cash I think I can shit a bit of it out... Yummy: Damn... just trying to shoot down any hope of fulfillment this meager opportunity has given rise to in my subconscious psyche... Thanks a lot.
