I would call it unbelievable, but it's all too true--and it makes me sick to my stomach.
Go read this.
The off-and-on-again blog of Ron Mohring, whose plate is almost always overfilled. CONTENTS OF THIS BLOG ARE MIGRATING (gradually) to my new blog, The Boy Who Reads in the Trees. See top post for URL.
Linky Links
- About a Word
- Alex Gildzen: Arroyo Chamisa
- Anne Haines
- Art Durkee: Dragoncave
- Autumn House Press
- Barn Owl Review
- Beloit Poetry Journal
- Bernadette Geyer
- Bookslut
- Brevity
- Broadsided
- Cabinet of Wonders
- Cave Canem: A Home for Black Poetry
- Chapbook Review
- Copper Nickel
- DIAGRAM
- DIY Poetry Publishing Cooperative
- Donna Vorreyer
- Double Room
- Drunken Boat
- Dudecraft
- Eduardo Corral: Lorca Loca
- Emerging Writers Network
- Fat of the Land
- Frank Sherlock
- Hanging Loose Press
- Indiana Review
- Jameson Currier: Queertype
- John Keene: J's Theater
- Jory Mickelson: Literary Magpie
- Karen Weyant: The Scrapper Poet
- Kristin Berkey-Abbott
- Mark Doty's blog
- Mark Granier:Lightbox
- Matthew Hittinger
- Matthew Siegel
- Paul Martinez Pompa
- Poetry Daily
- RJ Gibson: On the Cusp
- Redheaded Stepchild
- Sandy Longhorn
- Southern Indiana Review
- Tarpaulin Sky
- Writing the Holocaust
- qarrtsiluni
- the rain in my purse
3 comments:
. . . most of the comments responding to Brown on her site are commiserating with her, and saluting her bravery in exposing this nonsense——
but none are slamming his honor the Hoagland who bops in to these contests and does his ten minute stint as “judge” and then scoots off with another tick on his resume, another notch on his reputation, who doesn’t give a damn if it’s a scam, he doesn’t care if the process is fair and the press treats its poets properly, all he cares about is cashing that fee and that boost to his ego . . .
Hoagland is a Po-Biz whore who will obviously sell his ass out as a “judge” at every opportunity legitimate or ill- . . .
if you’re going to condemn the presses, you must also censure the “judges” of these contests: they’re part of the scam . . . they don’t give a damn about what happens after they take their money and run . . . Hoagland is as much to blame here as Cider is.
Bill, I'm not condemning the presses (just this one), and I'm certainly not condemning the judges--I pay two judges every year to help select chapbooks for my own tiny press, because I believe they should be compensated for their efforts.
I don't, however, deny that "Po-Biz whores" are out there. If there was indeed a gag order on last year's author (I've no reason to doubt this), it's conceivable that T.H. didn't know about the press's unethical dealings. Hopefully, now he does. Whether that makes a difference to him, I couldn't say.
maybe it's jealousy because i've entered so many of those contests and never won or even made it into the finalist list (you can see scans of these rejections on several pages of my blog). . .
so i resent these "judges"—— i know that in most cases they don't read all the entries, only the few mss. which the publisher screens for them . . .
i myself would never judge a book contest without reading every entry, but of course i've never ever been asked to judge a book contest in the forty years since my first volume was published . . .
so put my comments about the hero Hoagland down to sourgrapes and envy . . . he's a successful poet and i'm a failure,
that's not a judgment, that's a fact——
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