When I Was 8 Years Old On My Birthday
8 years ago
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- Wazikaze
- 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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