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Flooding The Internet With Words
Does Not A Renaissance Make
(a lot is just...'a lot')



Type the words 'poetry board' into the behemoth
search engine Google, and you'll get hundreds of
hits: Christian boards, haiku boards, teen boards,
Goth sites and every manner of critiquing style and
contest, but a proliferation of poetry sites does
not herald a new apogee in writing any more than
seeing cell phones pressed to the ears of every
Dick and Jane means there is improvement in
the subtle art of human communication.


All that's happened is that technology has
insinutated itself into every aspect of our
lives, including creativity, but some forms of
creativity need time to produce results: writing
is one of them. Just as baking bread requires yeast,
heat and a measured amount of clock ticks to slowly
rise and become dough, so words need a fermentation
process beyond inspiration's first heady strike.


While it may be instantly gratifying to post a
poem on a poetry board, so much is slung there
without thinking about other ways it might have
been shaped given time- or perhaps what words
could have been pared away to show its finest
form. Board posting is fast, easy- and
soon becomes compulsive in nature.


Just look around. Everybody's doing it, but
how much of the posted material truly stirs the
soul? I have seen very little, but there's such
an overwhelming amount of mediocre or even bad
writing that after a while, it does seem
that it's all the internet has to offer: a
cyber version of a 'hobby'--like macrame.


My own solution is to keep board posting to a
minimum- posting under a different name when I
feel I'm really stuck on a particular poem and
need the feedback, and I always get out before I'm
caught up in the social aspects of the community.
I see it as antithetical to writing: it distracts,
allows the personality to overshadow the writing
and it chases away silence. Here is quote from
poet, Jory Graham, that seems to agree
with the need for solitary writing:



I find myself increasingly
unable to write, to make
contact with my work while
I'm "talking out" so much,
burning a hole in my silence,
my not-knowing--(which is, of
course, one's deepest resource).

I've taken to not writing at
all when that starts to happen.
I need certain things to remain
secret from my own conceptual
intellect for a poem to actually
"happen"----sometimes I want my
silence back-----my right to
silence, really desperately.


I've secured a site for myself where I'm
able to shape and alter poems much the same
as using a notebook: hewing them, editing day
to day and giving them the time that's needed
to take their final form. I use the computer
for poetry writing, mainly because I see my
words when on the screen more clearly than
I've ever been able to see to their heart
before; what looks fine on paper, can sit
dead up on screen----I don't know why
this is, but I know it to be fact.


Yes, there IS too much internet poetry----but
be discriminating both in where you post and in
what you read: some boards have better writers,
drawn to them because they aren't 'easy'.
They're places to share craft, but even
those places are subject to the uproar
that clashing personalites seems to
create, so when that happens
- get out. Fast.


And keep a notebook. Always. In a purse or
pocket, on the nightstand--nothing, absolutely
nothing is a substitute for being alone in your
own head, hearing just the words and the
plains of silence that call them forth.


So be ready for them, pen- not
keyboard in hand. It's primitive
but it works. Honest.





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