The photo that inspired a satirical sonnet about southern beach idylls

Here is a link to the post: Sonnet

The scene that influences much of my writing

This is what I look at when I am writing: Click on this link to read a wordcurrents poem that refers directly to the scene.

NaPoWriMo

April is National Poetry Month--in the USA, I'm guessing. But on the Internet, there are no national boundaries unless you are trying to buy something subversive, like a book of poetry (Amazon.com refused to sell me a book of poetry because I do not live in the USA).

Anyway, about NaPoWriMo: it's a time herds of poets attempt to write a poem every day. That fact has made me decide to join the herd and resume posting a new poem every day this month.

That's what's happening on wordcurrents.

wordcurrents down

wordcurrents is down.

I installed a plugin that was supposed to keep readers form copying posts without permission. Immediately it created a database error that locked up the whole blog with an error message.

I have disabled the plugin, uninstalled it, deletaed and respored my datebase from a previous backup, upgraded my wordpress installation, all to no avail.

My latest strategy has been to ask my IP to restore the whole site to its state before 9 pm EST.

I'll now have to wait.

(Feb 16) Overnight, my ISP fixed the problem by reverting wordcurrents to Feb 14. Not everything working in the back end of the site, but at least it's up.

Goodbye 1000 Poems Celebration Contest

It has been an interesting experiment/experience running the contest, which ran from December 12 2009 to January 31, 2010.

The idea was to get some substantial feedback from my readers.

The result was as follows:
I received one email through the entry form from a reader who legitimately requested that I edit his book of poetry, and something like thirty spam messages per day. Over the course of the contest, that amounted to about 1500 spam messages.

I think I'll have to conclude that the prizes (signed, hard copies of my work and podcasts by request) were not commensurate with the task of creating an entry.

The other element of my expectations, that of attracting more readers to my poetry and more listeners to my podcasts, seems to have worked. Poetry readership and podcast listenership are up substantially.

Now: I wonder if, now that I have closed the entry form, the spamming will stop.

voice

Both Kate and Anna McGarrigle's homes are within about an hour of here. Today's poem, "voice", is prompted by Kate, who died yesterday of cancer at age 63.

Here is the Montreal Gazette article.

"What happened to the daily poems?" you ask.

You may have noticed that wordcurrents (A new poem every day . . . .) has had no new posts since Sunday January 10, 2010. Today is Thursday the 14th. What happened?

I got the 'flu.

Monday, I slept all morning. That afternoon, I practised with our quartet, Acapellics Anonymous, 2:30 to 4 pm at our home, waved goodbye, and suddenly felt so tired I had to lie down. By 6 pm I had a temperature, and the next few days blur into each other, as I slept most of the time.

Fortunately, we had no major snowstorms that needed shoveling, and the only social engagements I had were duplicate bridge and Barbershop practice, to both of which I sent regrets.

I had in the back of my mind that this was a chance to germinate some poetry seeds, but my brain refused to consider poetry. Last evening, my brain gave its consent to consider the concept, worked on a beginning for a poem about inability to work a poem while sick, but that went four lines in my head (still more or less there) and no further. It seems that writing requires something that sickness removes. Maybe science can use that observation to further investigate art.

When will I post again? Not yet. Later today? That seems unlikely: my impetus seems to me at this moment to be trapped within the leprotic hoary crust of a virulent joke.