A long time ago, in a galaxy, far far from here, where Princesses hung their very long hair out windows, alabaster skinned beauties ate nasty apples, and frogs scored kisses from hopeful ladies with crowns, there lived an e-zine called Random Poetics: ChalkTalk.
It feels like forever ago, and it is pretty much forever ago in this land of the zing-a-zing bada-bing electronic age. But for us mere mortals, it was a sweet 6 or 7 years ago since I birthed this concept.
Random Poetics was my baby that I birthed long before I birthed real babies. I only tended to it once a week, but it grew and it grew and it went global.
Then I birthed real babies and Random Poetics got put in the corner for laterz, and well, it's been a long time, but I'm feeling it. It needs to come back.
Random Poetics was my first foray into the electronic word. The power of the electronic world.
I loved writing poetry. But people don't buy poetry. (Think about it, when was the last time you bought a poetry tome? I challenge you!) So if the people weren't going to come to the poetry, Random Poetics was to bring poetry to the people. You dig?
And this ain't no la-di-da standardised version of poetry. I mix it up. I'm crazy. It's a 5 minute hit of poetry every week. Can you dig it?
So friends, here's a personal invitation. If you'd like your very own personal subscription to Random Poetics: ChalkTalk, hit me up here. It's free. It's wordy. But I promise there's a heck of a lot of white space too. And if you don't like it, I'll give you a refund. Howzat?
If you'd like Random Poetics: ChalkTalk delivered straight into your e-mailbox. Email me before next Friday.
Image is of Frank O'Hara. One of my poetic heroes.
7 comments:
Man, can I just put my hand up now and say I've bought poetry as recently as late last year. And there used to be a woman at a country market I went to who sold pages of her poetry. She just printed it onto nice paper and sold it for $1 a poem. Love that.
Oh, and am reading Sunday's Kitchen at the moment and think afternoon teas of poetry reading should be brought back.
That link is taking me to a weird place - is it me? Can you check? I'd love you to drop some of your poetic skillz on me.
And Crackernuts is right - afternoon poety tea sounds very civilized. Maybe we could somehow synchronise kettles?
I love love love Frank O'Hara.
You have good taste, Ms Lexi
afternoon tea poetry reading sounds great to me. I'll bring the cream sponge with strawbs and some good leaf tea
Hell yeahs, I want some of your words in my inbox. Please.
The last poetry book I bought was a vintage Penguin... Dorothy Parker. I was going through a Dorothy Parker phase. I can't quite remember what else that entailed.
I'ld like some poetry too, betcha good at it.
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