Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2009

What Else?

The other thing going on this week is the Santa Fe Poetry Broadside. I put up issue #59 on Wednesday, after long struggles with coding problems and validation problems. By no means all resolved, but it's up. I'll do some retrospective code repair some time between now and when it is time for the next issue (after I'm sure I know what to do). So here it is: Azimuth: Writing on Walls.

This, of course, is not my day job either. Oh wait. I don't have a day job.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

As For Example Now

Here is the humble handmaiden of the muse of poetry, working on the next issue (#57) of the Santa Fe Poetry Broadside. The sky is blue, there's birds, the Strait is blue blue, Mount Baker shining crisp white against the horizon above the house with the red siding. Coho is back, singing out when he leaves or approaches the harbor, or passing the bottom of the street against the blue blue blue water.

Nevertheless, and notwithstanding my rapidly degrading powers of concentration, here I sit; making little web pages instead of being at the ocean. Tomorrow, if I'm good and stay on track (which of course I am not doing right now), I can go west.

The ferry, Coho, trucking by the bottom of the street. (Click for larger image.)
Mount Baker, image fiddled to make the mountain stand out... (Click for larger image.)

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

What I Could Blog

if I were still blogging for the library:

KGS found an interesting essay, and posted about it to twitter: The Graveyard of the Database, on the National Book Critics Circle Board of Directors blog. It offers a sticker (see right) to put on your own website.

The online world is not a threat to all forms and formats and genres of literary endeavor. The sort of lyric poetry we've been publishing in the Santa Fe Poetry Broadside for the past nine years works very well on-screen. You can count on readers being willing to page down a screenful or two. Occasionally we have done longer prose pieces, and those were more problematic. I loved publishing (for example) Lee Merrill Byrd's Why I Want to Learn Spanish; but if it had been even a couple of inches longer on the screen, it's a good guess that few readers would have read the whole thing. We and our authors and probably our audience are all of an age where we have to print out anything that's longer than a couple of pages if we actually want to read it. Poetry may be a natural exception to this reality, because it is so light on the screen

P.S. The July issue of the Broadside, coming later this month, may be the last. Though I hope we may get a breeze of fresh energy...