I couldn’t find this haiku when I wanted to include it in the previous post.
The end of spring–
the poet is brooding
about editors.
It’s by Yosa Buson, who died in 1784, thus proving that poets have never appreciated editors.
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Life after the Care Farm
Funny!
He died 234 years ago and he’s still funny today – I’m envious.
Good humor lasts. 😎
I’ve been on both ends—the one being rejected and the one doing the rejecting. For seven years, Clif and I published a local literary journal, and the flood of poetry I received was so daunting that I finally had to institute a no unsolicited poems policy. I didn’t like doing this, but I had no choice. The poems just kept tumbling in.
I’ve noticed that a lot of the magazines have submission windows these days, though some seem to keep them secret! It’s nice to know there’s so much interest, though the flood of material must be daunting.
Very daunting! Especially when there were so few slots for the flood of poetry. I am sure this is still true, so it’s quite a thing to have poems accepted.
I’m quietly pleased about it. If quietly means blogging about it… 🙂
That’s the problem I have with pictures. I can’t find it anywhere when I need it, but sure enough, a week later I run right into it!!
Exactly! 🙂