Expose author’s authority and, therefore, role as culpable participant (e.g. “…the very fact of mutilating the text broke the spell the complete text has on us.” […] M. NourbeSe Philip)
If you’ve made small and micro-press things in Canada, have you done the Micro-Press survey. It’ll be nice to have that gathered up to get a general picture.
Radical Poetry from by Jennifer K. Dick (at Tears in the Fence; I just realized I’ve been pronouncing that TEERZ not TARES. Which is is?) is a round-up of interviews of small press in U.S and Europe. As Vanessa Place of Les Figues says, “we’re living in a Facebook age, an age of dialectical and self-sculpted capitalism. It’s word-of-social-networks that sellsavant soap.”
How to connect audience and writer? “Contemporary readers, even those who write, are not prepared to go purchasing books wildly on blind faith—they want a peek inside the cover.”
Elsewhere, a contest where you can tweet your favorite line of CanLit poetry and win Coach House books.
A story and video demonstration of why saddlestitched is better than perfect
The Rusty Toque is hosting a collaborative poem exquisite corpse style. Join in here.
The telegraph reposted on the posts of Matt Haig of 30 things every writer should know. It’s not the usual list. My favorite items: “Beauty breeds beauty, truth triggers truth. The cure for writer’s block is therefore to read.” & “The gatekeepers still have the power, but there are a lot more gates than there used to be.”
He also wrote on the ever popular topic, The Writer and Money.
4. Writers often earn less than you think. Working out how much a writer earns is a bit like converting Farenheit into Celcius. You halve your expectation and take some away.
13. Writers do stuff that doesn’t make financial sense all the time. Writers are always appearing at a book event 300 miles away from where they live, at which they will sell seven books resulting in a royalty-boost of, ooh, £2.68.
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.