Scour powdering the web

Bedazzled by various on-line digital publications, I've come across several that boast website introductions full of grammatical errors. I've never done this before but felt the need to post comments to all of them pointing out their spelling mistakes. I imagined they'd remove my comment and correct the grammar, but no! they just wanly apologise in a further comment and leave the original mistakes there!! Why?

Is it so that there is at least some sign of life on their dull web pages?

Would I do the same if someone - anyone - criticized an entry here? The mere fact that underneath this entry '0 COMMENTS' could now read '1 COMMENTS' bedazzling me.

Duff

A long time ago I loved poetry. I read poetry, I wrote poetry, I breathed poetry. I learned word rhythm from the poets of old. I learned playfullness of language with the new poets...

But I was left cold by Andrew Motion's promotion some years back, as I am today by Carol Ann Duffy's appointment. I would want a real poet laureate to be at the Prime Minister's side during important press conferences, with a few words to underline prepared statements. The Press would have to report the poem as part of their editorial, the Media would have to show B-roll of it in their political round-up... Poetry would become a truly essential part of life, instead of the marginalised affectation it is.

Don't twitter about it, write it.

As if writers were short of excuses not to actually get down to the business of writing, I have noticed an alarming new development where lazy writers end up writing nothing more than their own blogs... which ironically are all about writing! Because of the connectivity of the awfully-named blogosphere, these 'writers' end up in perpetual connection with each other, Twittering away about how marvellous these new social medias are and fretting over how they 'as writers' are going to fit their work around those medias, all without actually generating any new original writing, unless it is more twaddle on the 'nature' of writing in this new dangerous digital age. Christ!

New Worl(d)s 9

The latest volume of my short fiction and poetry is out!

Fiction:
Pop Bitch
The Tiger Watching
Rain Guidance
Nemeses

Poetry:
10:14 am
And Now...
Condensation