I suspect I should
be known henceforth as the White Rabbit, since the cry has been this month
"I'm late, I'm late'. My only excuse shall be that I have been in bed with
a warm book over my little pink nose, sleeping the sleep of the just, or
perhaps merely of the barely impaired by 'flu.
This past month has
seen me, for the first time, confident that the range of net poets
had achieved some kind of balance between passion and maturity. It has
now enough range to have strength as well.
Two new poets have
joined the Scribble fold this month. I've been 'head hunting' ANDREW
C. DALLASTON for some time, but was thoroughly delighted to find
my fellow Aucklander not only writes better than I remembered but was willing
to be published. Eyes of the Storm, Fall, Panmure Basin, and Pohutukawas
are each in their own way, outstanding poems; moving, dignified, beautifully
written. They're stylish and deceptively simple. I certainly want to see
more of Andrew's work and have returned again and again to read those we
have on the site.
DOUGLAS H. THEW first submitted
his poetry some months ago. The difficulty has been one of communication
and wandering emails. Three of his works are up this month. The Kings
of Summer, Beltane Fires and O' Gwenhwyvar show us that this
poet is capable of variety and freshness of style. I'm hoping to see more
from him too. This is, in a way 'genre' poetry and makes an interesting
comparison to the work of Stardancer, who has been involved with Scribble
for some years.
WILL kicked off the month
with three of his best poems to date. Untitled and Unissued, Little
Mind and Alone. They demonstrate his growing technical
abilities and what seems to me to be a growing consciousness of what he
is doing and why. 'Night' - which he posted last month was, if nothing
else a struggle with layers of meaning and experience and his growing ability
to express the modern understanding of forms of power and authority. He
shares this absorption with A. Lee-Nate, though the imagery these poets
use if very different.
Untitled and Unissued looks at outward
form, and rests on another word play - the plastic/plasticity contrast,
and that between weakness and inner light.
Little Mind, looking for the miracle pill
to make it better without the struggle and without the suffering of discipline
on a cosmic plain with no mind
little life and no soul
we just need our little 'pick
me up' pill
Alone is a puzzling little poem hinged on the
many interpretations 'it' and it's closeness might suggest, well worth
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We've had two email groups
available for a couple of months now. There were very few subscribers who
wished to be updated when changes happened
to the site. There were, however,
rather a lot of folk who said casually "- let me know when..." So
I took the liberty of adding ten email addresses to the list, and hope
to send out the first Scribble Update message sometime in the next few
I'm also hoping that
the 'wordlover's list' will begin to provide a little warm companionship
for those who have access only through the
Internet. Please let me know
if you wish to be added to either group, or click on 'choices'
to find the list and join in the fun.
Early on, A Lee-Nate
sent me a letter which was in itself a poem. Up in the Clouds was attached.
This wonderful description of a night time drive into the clouds, which
itself speaks of the isolation and comfort of being separate. I love the
mood of this seductive poem, it is another which repays revisiting.
The first four poems of Terry
Bowden's Retrospective now hold pride of place in our Retrospective section.
Re-reading them, and working on their layout has given me great pleasure.
They're better than they were even in my memory, which is saying something.
There is more to come from Terry and I'm feeling very eager to get on with
I'm attempting a gradual simplification of the
site structure, so a great deal of the work done should be invisible to
the visitor, at least for the time being. This is one of the big drawbacks
with 'learn as you go' webmaking. One learns things too late and almost
invariably every lesson involves redoing most of the work which is up so
far. I'm hoping to make the transition fairly painless, but it is time
consuming and frustrating work. (rueful grin) I'm learning a lot, I'm learning
WHAT TO LOOK OUT FOR.
The FidoNet echo poets section should receive
an update in the next few days. A fine exposition of Concession to Paradise
will also appear in the Poetry Resources section. I'm hoping to have permission
to reprint more of Terry's work in the Retrospective, as well as his fine
essay on Enigmatic Poetry, which first appeared as two messages in Scribble
the Echo. In other words I am spending every free moment lately crawling
through the archives, and am coming up with treasures.
Purple Witch is still rewriting
her guidelines for poets who are looking at being published in New Zealand.
I am also taking a look at the work of some very young Waiheke poets who
were inspired by Purple Witches writing.
One way and another it has been a fascinating
month, not nearly so quiet as one might have supposed, I'm looking forward
to what comes next, since everyday seems to bring new riches in my mail
For those who are interested
244 visitors were recorded as having come to Scribble on the Net. Many
of them seem to be 'regulars'. My impression is that May has seen a down
turn in numbers so perhaps we are settling down. We're having an astonishing
number of hits through the search engines, especially from Yahoo, who have
provided us with 72 visitors. The majority of 'hits' still come through
website referrals 152 - as opposed to 121 from search engines. After New
Zealand and Australia, our most consistent audience is from the United
States of America. But there is still a fascinating range of asian and
european visitors. Japan and Singapore holding pride of place among them.