Wednesday, April 22, 2009

the end of asparagus

I have so few poems out, I’ve been browsing around for places to submit. This morning I found an ezine that doesn’t want any “love conquers all” poems. Many journals also warn against sending in erotic poetry, greeting card verse, political rant or patriotic poetry, religious poetry, Bukowski imitations, children’s verse, light verse and genre poetry, such as sci-fi or horror.

Still, it could be amusing to read hybrids. Like a Bukowski imitation with a shot of religion, such as “Shit-Faced with the Big Guy.” Or a Hallmark science fiction poem. Or a political rant for children. Or light horror, preferably involving zombies.

I’d also like to see unacceptable sorts mixed with acceptable sorts, like a surreal patriotic poem. “My Country At The End Of Asparagus.”

Or experimental greeting card verse. Anything but erotic greeting card verse, which has been done, and badly enough already.


Anonymous said...

Have you ever heard of flarf?

Rachel Mallino said...

Sarah, you always make me laugh. Always.

Ryan W. Bradley said...

now I want to write a poem called "Shit Faced with the Big Guy"

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Dominic Rivron said...

Hilarious post. The flarf link is interesting, too.

CB meets Beatrix Potter's Peter Rabbit?

i bet
10 dollars
on Pete
not making it out of
the cabbage patch

o well
I said
to myself

theres always
a next time

SarahJane said...

I had heard of flarf, but only now do I know what it is. Kind of.

The Bukowski/Beatrice Potter poem is so funny. I'll have to write that one down.

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