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Thursday, January 29, 2009

Hey, I Won an Award from Coldfront

Now, isn't that nice of them? To give me an award! I found out about it from a poet-acquaintance who had seen it on their site. I haven't gotten my plaque yet, though. I am not so sure Coldfront is American's favorite poetry review Journal, especially among those of us who've had our books dissed, but so what? I'll take whatever award they are handing out.





Best Response to Coldfront
(Award for greatness in reacting to America's favorite poetry review journal)

No competition this year:

“Bad Reviews: An Antidote”, Kathryn Stripling Byer
http://kathrynstriplingbyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-reviews.html
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3 comments:

Nancy Simpson said...

Kay, CONGRATULATIONS. I remember that flashy spread with funny photos. I laughed and laughed.
You got an award in my heart that day. We've gotta have some fun, don't we?

I stay beaten down. I hardly ever get plucky, but after reading a certain letter from the editor recently I've been writing a letter back to him in my head. Careful, Careful girl, the little voice says. I'm thinking about the editor writing in the front of his quarterly about scheduling his regulars and the little voice asked, how regular, like once a decade. Does that count? Forget it? Forget it. I know. Just write the poems. A miracle will happen.

January 29, 2009 at 10:36 AM
Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Nancy, it's hard to forget rejection letters from editors. And hard to stay plucky. I really like that word. I'm pretty sure a miracle, or whatever we want to call it, will happen. The poems themselves are that, there's an audience out there for your work and we want to see it in book form soon. K.

January 29, 2009 at 10:57 AM
Nancy Simpson said...

Thanks, Kay. I hope. I hope. Hey. Isn't it a beautiful day in the neighborhood? This sunshine helps.

January 29, 2009 at 12:46 PM

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