Claire is a Midwest raised published writer and producer with a background in theater and literature. Claire is based in Los Angeles where she graduated from The New York Film Academy's one year screenwriting program. Most recently she produced the indepenent feature filmTHE GROVER COMPLEX, written by and starring Fernando Noor. She's the writer of the student thesis feature JEFFERSON, directed by Karen Bullis, and the creator and producer of the award-winning web-series DELAYED TEEN ANGST.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Poetry
An art form that the privileged and pretentious use to try to prove that something in life has indeed happened to them.
Interesting statement (Quote?), and for the most part I agree; at least up until the 20th century. I mean Bukowski is the classic example, another being my favorite, Wilfred Owen (though he was upper-middle class); and then you have the whole slam poetry movement within urban black communities.
I was being bitter when I wrote that. Some friends and I have been working hard on some new pieces that we sent out to some journals. We weren't picked, but we're accepting that rejection comes with the business. We were really upset though when we picked up copies of the various journals and found pretentious pieces done by ivy leagers romanticizing slights they apparently felt from rich parents, their struggles being an artist (on Daddy's trust fund), all that bs. Poems about things they've been whining about to therapists since they started seeing them at age 10.
Hey, it's Claire! I'm a writer and producer in Los Angeles. This blog sort of straddles professional and personal. You can check out my current projects "The Grover Complex" and "Delayed Teen Angst". Both projects have blogs and sites linked to this page. Have questions? Email me at Wazikaze at gmail.com
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Interesting statement (Quote?), and for the most part I agree; at least up until the 20th century. I mean Bukowski is the classic example, another being my favorite, Wilfred Owen (though he was upper-middle class); and then you have the whole slam poetry movement within urban black communities.
I was being bitter when I wrote that. Some friends and I have been working hard on some new pieces that we sent out to some journals. We weren't picked, but we're accepting that rejection comes with the business. We were really upset though when we picked up copies of the various journals and found pretentious pieces done by ivy leagers romanticizing slights they apparently felt from rich parents, their struggles being an artist (on Daddy's trust fund), all that bs. Poems about things they've been whining about to therapists since they started seeing them at age 10.
ahhh, well that makes perfect sense. And I'm sorry the editors didn't realise what they missed.
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