A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Some contests don't deliver on reviews and/or prizes. I do. Suck on that.
Listen, I'm willing to give back. I'm going to recognize motivated, as well as, talented writes. This is the second month in a row I dragged the contest into the community (public) arena. I appear to have committed again to host a contest in May. Would like to build the Red Wheelbarrow membership base. But, if that isn't happening, the group won't dialogue in forum, have open discussions about free verse poetry. If I knew this contest/group was going nowhere while putting in the work, I'd pull up the reins right now. I'm going against the notion to fundraise to bankroll. I will bring trhe money to the table if it would mean networking with others who want to interact and push the envelope. We can take free verse/poetry to new places. I have my own writing to consider, in other words. And, it doesn't have to be judged or responded to anymore. I know what I want to say and I'm going to start saying it. That will mean scraping a few things off my plate. Brian 4.9.23 ADDENDUM: Not to sound like I’m holding anyone hostage, but I gushed about making my own merit badge once, then committed to it (procrastination, perfectionism, first timer), resurrected forum, contests, and gushed about making a ribbon, process starts over, and old patterns re-emerge. People around here can do it, get participation. I’m no P.T. Barnum, or Bailey, but an idealist who is impulsive, disorganized and motivated by a fire in an ignorant belly. It’s like starting a campfire, black, sooty smoke pours out, dies out, and you keep feeding it until it’s hot enough to burn on its own. I’m choking on the fumes most days. The people I could count on seem distant. I don’t ask for help, not feeling a part of anything at this moment. So, if it’s fold up, then it shall be. But, always have this on the back burner because there are more than enough resources to keep it burning. Must have forgot to pay gas/electric bill. Metaphor breaks. Thank to the people who have been kind and true. Like truth, knowing where I stand. When I can’t ask, I poke animals until I know here the lions, tigers and bears are. Oh, my. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. Breaks metaphor on purpose. |