Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Ok fuck it, time to call a spade a banana.
Poetry competitions. What are they looking for? The nextest greatest thing, or a shed load of money and a preservation of the status(un)quo?? Seems to me that traditionally poets were poor sad lonely fuckers up in the garret, with holes in their socks and only a candle for light and a wad of rejections in the fireplace for heat.
But here we are in super shiny 2010 with ethernet and silicone and glamour and glitz and shite The savviest and the glossiest up there flaming their supa novas of ability to jump through the hoops deal with the system pay the ferryman .Wanna do a workshop? That'll be €150 please.
And every competition now has an entry price tag of 5 , 6 , 7 , 8, 12, 15 pounds/euros per poem(s) to enter. Robbery and daylight are lovely words that spring to mind. Not only do you have to be good enough to win, you have to be able to afford to win.
Look at most winners of anything they will have BA's and MA's and qualifications to beat the band.This also generally puts them in the higher wage brackets of life. Am I bitter ? Am I twisted? Am I jealous? Am I a hypocrite? Yes, yes, yes, and yes. But do I also have a point? I'd never win a comp even if I could afford to enter, but I'd hate to think of dormant unheard talent out there unable to pay to win. Which of course is disingenuos bollix, I WANT TO WIN. Honesty please for fuck's sake.It costs nothing and is worth it's weight in gold.