Showing posts with label pride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pride. Show all posts

5.29.2022

yadda yadda yaddo

A writer who took pride in having done the full circuit of residencies and retreats.

5.31.2021

beyond print

It should be a source of pride to have written a good number of absolutely unpublishable poems.

11.09.2019

not a blush

A writer who could not be embarrassed by anything he’d written, therefore he was destined to go unred. (sic)

12.18.2017

lifeless list

A publisher overly proud of a big list of insignificant titles.

2.27.2016

in closing

If nothing else, the last line has pride of place.

7.12.2015

time lapse

Browsing through old anthologies should be enough to humble even the proudest poet. Not only because a few great poems remain…but because so many names have evaporated in time.

11.27.2007

third world dictator

The poet paraded around proud as a third world dictator, his latest little magazine publications splayed like gaudy epaulets on his shoulders.