So, our sonnet contest deadline is next week, and we've been poring through the batches of submissions, and there are some really good ones. One thing we've heard from our contributors is this fear of sonnets, of iambicizing, ABAB, CDCD, or whatever combo, Petrarchan, Shakespearean, Mississippi-style. You know, many entrants aren't giving a damn about form--well, maybe just sticking to 14 lines. We at asinine are not ones to harp on rules (except for Piker, but he's too busy working on our next book to care), but yeah, we don't care about being to strict. We want our contests to be fun, we want our contestants to have fun, and hell we editors want to have fun. If you're still wrangling over your sonnet, relax; just put it in the sonnet ballpark. We like to think of our contests as a costume party. Sure, it's nice if you spent 17 hours on your Pacman costume, but the gal who arrives in French stocking and holds a plate of French fries will be in no way snubbed. Sonnets! Our next time is to assemble a gaggle of nonsite judges, guest stars; we like to pick new judges (no, it's not just us sitting around a table, drinking and smoking and picking winners; not just), people who we hope will bring a new perspective to asininity, or at least will buy us a drink or a T-shirt for themselves.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
On the Sonnet (Contest)
So, our sonnet contest deadline is next week, and we've been poring through the batches of submissions, and there are some really good ones. One thing we've heard from our contributors is this fear of sonnets, of iambicizing, ABAB, CDCD, or whatever combo, Petrarchan, Shakespearean, Mississippi-style. You know, many entrants aren't giving a damn about form--well, maybe just sticking to 14 lines. We at asinine are not ones to harp on rules (except for Piker, but he's too busy working on our next book to care), but yeah, we don't care about being to strict. We want our contests to be fun, we want our contestants to have fun, and hell we editors want to have fun. If you're still wrangling over your sonnet, relax; just put it in the sonnet ballpark. We like to think of our contests as a costume party. Sure, it's nice if you spent 17 hours on your Pacman costume, but the gal who arrives in French stocking and holds a plate of French fries will be in no way snubbed. Sonnets! Our next time is to assemble a gaggle of nonsite judges, guest stars; we like to pick new judges (no, it's not just us sitting around a table, drinking and smoking and picking winners; not just), people who we hope will bring a new perspective to asininity, or at least will buy us a drink or a T-shirt for themselves.
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You mean something Homeric? I don't know. I think, despite a lot of changes in our society, particularly in the last 5 years, many people are still Homerphobes.
Your poems suck this week!
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