zachary enters myspace.com
One of the curious things about Allan Ginsberg wasn't just his ability to write poetry but his nearly obsessive gift of self-promotion. The story I was told was that he always kept copies of his books with him at all times just in case someone wanted to buy one while he was out and about.
Self-promotion has never been my strong suit. Once in a while Shelby and I play the "would you rather be prolific and undiscovered during your lifetime or famous and a hack?" game. I always answer If I had to choose, I'd rather write beautiful poetry that was never seen by another soul while I was alive than be the author of some gobbledygook that was in vogue for fifteen minutes but that later generations considered castrated and sterile.
So, in the spirit of attempting to find other sonnet mongers I have created my very own myspace.com profile. I know myspace is generally consider the realm of teenagers and Internet stalkers but who knows who I might run into? There are poets there, I know. It's all about getting the word out, afterall.