|volume 7 number 2
| We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends.
— Sir Francis Bacon
An enemy generally says and believes what he wishes. - Thomas Jefferson
After a tumultuous three months, I would ask anyone reading these two quotes to consider them carefully.
As a poet, who is also an editor, who is also a human being, I find these three sides of myself (there are many more, but I am not going to enumerate them, because, that is what a personal ad, or a Facebook profile is for), on a good day, in an uneasy alliance. Most of the time, the poet in me can be in concert with the editor, but not always with the human being, or vice versa.
I have two points to make. First, I owe many of you who submitted work in Winter/Spring 2009 an apology. During this time, the server for poeticdiversity was switched, and in the process, several hundred emails were lost - well, more to the point - EVERY email, I had, up until that point, became a brand new email - and since there are over 5,000 emails with no subject lines (going back to 2005), I was, due to time constraints, unable to sort through them all. I would ask, if you submitted work, and I did not answer you, to please re-submit work, either through the submission form on this site, or to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Which brings me to my second point. Over the past seven years, I've suffered the slings and arrows - and, in some cases, stalking and harassment - of angry poets who have labeled me as an insensitive, uber-bitchy dragon lady of the poetry scene. Nothing could be further from the truth. I spend a great deal of time working with other poets through this publication, with little help, except from my exceptional staff, and with no funding other than what I am able to raise to keep poeticdiversity going.
I am not doing this to secure a place in the "Los Angeles Poetic Pantheon." Frankly, there is no such place in my mind! I am not telling you this to bring a tear to your eye. I am saying this, because, with all due respect to my detractors, none of you really know what is going on with myself, or those who represent poeticdiversity at any given time. And, unfortunately, if you would take the time to actually inquire to what is happening, instead of lecturing, or wagging your fingers at me, my staff, and this publication in your blogs, through nasty emails, or at poetry readings, you might learn that we are all on the same side - the side of poetry... and its promulgation as an art form. And, when you are ready to talk, I am here to listen, as well as, dialogue with you.
So, with that in mind, I would like to turn to more serious, and happy poetic matters. I would like to welcome aboard our new poetry editor, Thea Iberall, who selected, and will hopefully, continue to, quite a bit of the wonderful work that is in this issue, and for future issues. I want to thank our artist in residence, Maja Trochimczyk, for stepping in and providing us with some fantastic photos for our pages at the 11th hour of publication.
Enjoy our poetic summer fare...
In this issue:
Featured Poets: K. Eltinae, Kate Buckley, Nika Cavat, Lisa Cheby, Chris Crittenden, Kevin Patrick Lee and david mclean.
Prose Feature: Douglas Richardson.
Artist in Residence: Poet and photographer Maja Trochimczyk .
Contributing Poets/Writers: E. Amato, Azure Antoinette, Theresa Antonia, Michelle Beller, Craig Berry, Mary Rose Betten, Richard Burrill, David Christensen, Katherine David, Holly Day, J. de Salvo, Kumari de Silva, Charles Arthur Ford, Kenneth Gurney, Paul Hellwig , Thea Iberall, Kathleen Kenny, Tracy Koretsky, Marie Lecrivain, B.D. Love, H.E. Mantel, Rick Marlatt, Augusto Munoz, Sergio Ortiz, Richard Spuler, Yelena and Roman Tunkel, Carmen Vega, John Sibley Williams, Amye Wilson, Seth Woolf, and Omar Zahzah.
Center Stage: Interview with poet and editor Kenneth P. Gurney.
A Personal History of Rock 'N' Roll: The Rollings Stones... AND... Bob Dylan – by G. Murray Thomas.
Reviews: D Edward Ennis's Curbside Pickup; Skip Heller’s Lua-O-Milo; Douglas Richardson's Out in the Cold, Cold Day; and Jeanne Spicuzza's My Italia.
And most of all, remember, candy is dandy, but poetry won't rot your brain!
See you in December!
||charles claymore, carol smallwood, angel uriel perales, annette sugden, alicia winski
||puff, guinness, mr. poe (dearly departed), and vince