dc, thank you for your comments.

(May 12, 2014, 6:23 p.m.)

Don Marquis did indeed posit: “Publishing a poem (volume of verse) is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon—and waiting for the echo.”

And though getting published in today’s electronic age is “easier,” there is very little in the way of oversight, honest presentation, accountability, reward or satisfaction. There just doesn’t seem to be a comprehensive even an interested audience beyond other writers of the same type of material—and that arena is akin to eating a bucket of KFC in a pit of starving hyenas. From Marquis’ observation (written in the 1920’s) there seemed to be little, then, in the way of reward—and he as an author was extremely well recognized, read, and successful.

Causes one to pause, doesn’t it?  

“What’s it all about, Alfie…?”  you query. Honestly cannot answer that, mi amigo. From this ticky-dot-cat’s perspective, with rare exception, there seems to be little desire in improving one’s self as a writer. And as “poetry” in general is only written to be exhibited free gratis, no hope of real recognition, one must assume any sort of general audience comprehension or appreciation is, likewise, minimal.

A usual response: “Written for one’s self…” Pul-ese! That is the saddest of sad-sack, loser cop-outs. For without accountability, there is no improvement.

I’ll rage on this subject again, one can count on it.  Be well, Max tdc