i’ve spent the evening writing a review. i fear i haven’t mentioned the poetry i’m reviewing enough, haven’t quoted it enough, perhaps. but i guess i shall find out in the future & it shall all be some kind of learning curve.
it’s draining this writing about writing thing. you have to be deep, &, because you know the people who wrote the book will read your review, you have to write well. doesn’t mean you have to be positive, but you do have to write well.
there’s a chance the poet(s) in question probably read this blog too. so, will they read the review & think ‘he just waffled on about himself, about himself as seen in a mirror writing a review’? & then, ‘& he wrote about it on the blog too, what a wanker’.
oh well. at least i know i can always go & join the scrabble pro-tour.