Culturatti Project #2: Intropolis
I’ve decided to leap into the fray started by Mr. Beal with my own Culturatti Project, which is named Intropolis. It’s basically the book of poetry I will never get published; not because it’s not necessarily good enough, but because I really couldn’t be bothered going to the trouble of sending it in to some small-press in Saskatchewan, then having to wait eight months for a rejection letter because there weren’t any poems about grain (this is how these things tend to work in a small, poetry-bereft country like Canada).
I’ve debated this for quite a while; part of me thinks it’s really lame to self-publish poetry on the internet — almost like an admission of unpublishibility, and I didn’t want to clutter up The Culturatti with anything of mine because this site is supposed to be strictly reviews and analyzes of other people’s things. But, since I recently realized I don’t care, and Beal came up with the whole Projects idea, viola.
I haven’t written anything new in a while, so at first the posts will be from my ‘archives.’ Obviously, though, I hope this will get me writing again. So please, love or hate, whatever your inclination. 03971semaj