Monday, February 25, 2008

It took this blog two years & five months – from August 2002 until the end of January 2005 – to receive its first 250,000 visits. But it took only three years & two months – just nine more months – to receive the next quarter million and hit the half-million threshold. That ramp upward got steeper still as it took just 16 months to receive the next 500,000 and hit the million visit mark. That was February of last year – sometime Tuesday evening or Wednesday morning, the 1,500,000th visitor will click on through.
These are not the sort of numbers I normally associate with poetry. That is three Woodstocks, or the current population of Philadelphia.
One thing this tally doesn’t represent is anything like 1.5 million separate individuals. There are a few hundred people who show up here daily and a few thousand more who come by with some regularity – once or twice a week perhaps. And a third, larger cluster that is far less regular, some of whom may do so only while taking a class that requires it. My guess is that those three groups combined add up to six or eight thousand people. That’s less than the number of poets who write in English, but still a sizeable fraction of the number of folks who care about poetry. And it’s more than the thirty a day I had hoped for when I first started this project.
There are all kinds of interesting ways that a marketer would want to cut such numbers, demographics being the default in that mode of thinking. What percentage of my readers are men and how does that relate to the percentage of people interested in poetry who happen to be male? What are the age breakdowns? Race? Religion – how many Lutheran are there here (how many Lutheran Surrealists)? How many readings do we attend each month & do we go out for a meal before or after? How much do we each spend on books? Etc. I know that among my comrades in the Grand Piano project, there are some who appear never to read this blog, and two or three who seem always to do so. I would suggest that this is probably to be expected from a cohort that ranges in age from late 50s to mid 60s – all of us are what we call “digital immigrants” where I work, people who came to the technology a little late in life, unlike my children who are digital natives, having used PCs since they were toddlers & Richard Scary’s Busytown was the software package of choice. Except that my Grand Piano co-authors are all people who have known me for at least 30 years, so I think that may boost the numbers artificially. After all, I do know poets from my age group who still avoid PCs pretty much altogether. They’re the last of a dying breed, and I think they know it.
I try to imagine what it must be like to be a poet today, particularly in the U.S., who is entirely off-line and still working with a typewriter. If I were that poet, I think I would find it strange, as if the social domain that is poetry were somehow getting away from me & becoming more & more ethereal. Where I used to see all the “important” literary magazines, say, in Cody’s or Moe’s in Berkeley or in City Lights in San Francisco, there are now many important journals that seem locked up out of sight, because they don’t exist in the print world – How(2), Jacket, mark(s), Big Bridge & so many more. I remember being a teenager & not being able to get hold of a copy of Locus Solus or Art & Literature & feeling totally frustrated by that. Try to envision this same phenomenon many times over for the poet who is not wired.
I can’t say that I’ve met any younger poets who consciously disengage from poetry’s existence on the net, tho I suspect some must exist. We are moving, faster than I think any of us (or me anyway) are conscious of, toward a day on which poetry is something that exists primarily on the web, having made the migration away from print & bookstores to a degree that right now seems unfathomable. Those older poets who currently refuse to publish on the web – they do exist – will discover soon enough that they have painted themselves into the proverbial corner. Far from being a “debased” terrain where works commingle without being presorted by “value,” the web simply is becoming the commons for such work.
I have been fortunate, especially being an old paradigm guy, to have had some success with this new medium. I don’t think what I’m doing here is in any way unique. I think I’m more consistent & dogged, and that I’ve thought through my positions whether or not anyone agrees with them. When people who do generally disagree with me sit around and argue over a concept I first threw out here – like post-avant or school of quietude – I have to admit feeling pleased. Even rejecting one of these ideas, if done thoughtfully, furthers the discourse, and that is the point really.
Do I have the capacity to stick this out another five years & six months? I have no idea. I do know that this process functions as the most powerful crucible for new ideas, for me, that I’ve found since the very earliest days of poets’ talks in the late 1970s. And that’s a powerful motivation. Thanks for coming along for the ride.
And Lo
The Kraken tipped his hat
the stormy brow reveal'd
a hundred thousand
processors clupfed
clugged and readers
then reveal'd
by Ockam's beard!
wheeling to fur-ther
ond-dys's coerce
coarse curse
thy shadow only
not be grass
racing rays swee
glim the tall trees
the para sol
soul's knees
glenning in the glade
all good
digits
tinkering in the mist
of an electric sway
wood stock
grain of hyle
notion to bang on
while it grows
...
It's a handy index for a large crowd. Plus it was only 39 years ago, which is the day before yesterday when you're my age!
Balderdash,
Poppycock,
(and)
horsefeathers.
"blog" is a good name fore this
let me revisit and quote from Tom Merton:
"...Mother wanted me to be independent, and not to run with the herd. I was to be original, individual, I was to have a definite character and ideals of my own,. I was not to be an article thrown together, on the common bourgeois pattern, on everybody else's assembly line."
I'm w that guy who said Balderdash!
and, another term "we" used in the Golden '60's and '70's: Group Grope.
all this blogging replacing flash cards, press type and ,god forbid, Sesame Street..
next thing you'll know? that you can get a PhD in blog design Drivel 324.
jeeze, this computer dreck is not much different than any other (bad) habit..
no wonder Tom Merton "changed his clothes"
a big mistake he mad touching those bare wires
I'm beginning to see why you edit the comments box. For the first six months at Lutheran Surrealism, I was only getting 4 or 5 hits a day. Most of those were me checking to see if I had had any readers.
Three years later I am getting about 115 hits day, and have had about 50,000 visitors overall. But suddenly there is a quantum leap. I can't account for it. About 6 months ago I was getting only 75 hits, and now it's up over 100 a day and sometimes I am getting long incoherent messages, and advertisers have approached me about whether I will take ads. Do you take ads?
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do about that. My wife says, take the ads. We need the pocket money.
My blog is in the form of a seminar about what would constitute a Lutheran surrealism... and mostly I have Lutheran writers... some from Iceland or Finland but most from the boondocks of America discussing issues of aesthetics with Catholics, and some funny atheists and lapsed Jews.
What exactly is the marketing niche? Who would want to sell stuff at my site?
But meanwhile, Bill O'Reilly argued in his editorial today that appeared in the local paper that blog site owners have a responsibility to edit their comment boxes to keep out violent and libelous pieces (people write in leftist blogs that they think it's great that Nancy Reagan fell down last week and they hope she will croak soon, and this upsets O'Reilly esp. since they do it under assumed names and aren't responsible). It upsets me, too.
But does this mean that I have PUBLISHED the violent or the insane if I have merely left the blog comments box open to the drift of the crowds? Security IS something that Altamont (if not Woodstock) forced us to think about.
I haven't gotten anything terribly violent. Terribly boring, yes, but not really, until recently. I mean for the most part I have just been happy to HAVE comments, and most of it has been pretty ok except when commenters go after each other in strange ways, but mainly they have worked it out without my intervention.
I hate to start that editing business (mostly because I haven't figured out how), and I hate to let the advertisers in. You're the one that got me started in this blogging business, though, so I may follow suit on those issues, too.
I think we do have a responsibility when we allow people to gather under our nomiker. Bill O'Reilly (and you) have almost convinced me.
Meanwhile, congratulations on your success. I wouldn't have known your work very well, or read your opinions, or met you, if you hadn't opened this blog. And I would have been poorer for that. A lot of people who keep coming here feel the same.
Thank you for loading up the wagon and starting the car.
I do not know how the poetry establishment feels about you, your work, or what you do here almost every day, and you may never be nominated for poet laureate of the United States, but perhaps better, I believe you will be remembered as a trailblazer, someone who used the technology of our age instead of decried it, and forged a new path for the art and craft you have devoted your life to.
If I'm right, then this no small legacy.
Best,
L
that poetry
as well as democracy
happens best locally
i'm with ed on this one
while i've appreciated the
crash course in contemporary poetix
and would never deny the
recent influence in my thinking
and writing
i will still maintain
that the home and the neighborhood
are the places for good language
for song and for wisdom
the further we get from the hearth
the more abstract become the words
wendell berry has the right idea
but considering all the possible uses for this medium
it would be hard for me to point to a better more culturally edifying one
than what you
ron
have consistently put out
the main work of the teacher
is to teach the pupil
how to learn on her/his own
in the world we know
fractured
malconnected
messagewarped
imagebombed
scatterbrained
the heart longs for the hearth
at least mine does
faintly in the distance
i hear
jimi hendrix moaning
the national anthem
nonetheless
i owe
a nod of thanks
were it to end today
i'd still be a bit grateful
thanks for the merton reference
ed
close to my hearth
j
perhaps you do not believe
in the genius of ge, that is, its lack or lux, or if yule whill, afflux. It is certain that its genius often poetrays some coinky
con + 'densed'
for share then a venn of 'blog'
@
||blague, n.(and v.)
Pretentious falsehood, ‘humbug.’
1837 Carlyle Fr. Rev. (1857) II. iii. v. vi. 313 The largest, most inspiring piece of blague manufactured, for some centuries. 1865 Day of Rest Oct. 580 That is all blague. 1886 Huxley in Pall Mall G. 13 Apr. 13/2 It believes in shibboleths and sentimental blague.
At this point Baudelaire's
(tho this shift to Frenchnist
is by no means diplomantic)
avalanche looks like a river of squirmy brujo-machines
wiggly woggly mayflies
tenderly ark-ing round the vistatudes of the corpulant
copula, that pole that begat
polarity..
Gest wat hiss it t-hen
that groves ur thass
'higher-arky'.. eh?
'jess gru'?
I'd go with it too
but I've still got a few hundred boxes of shells left!
[pow!][pow!][pow!]
It has long been known that
the body is Jesu (Jester)
and the word none other
than Satan (suntan)...
Radiation makes us hear voices.
Radiation makes us here.
humbug.
voices.
blague.
plague.
tongue lager.
vague
phagus.
saturniid.
[mother]..
!
for an anti-whatever isolato like me, blogging - in spite of its bad aspects, which are many - offers a nicely unofficial, relatively unsponsored, means of shouting from the rooftops EXACTLY what you think. There's freedom in that, which some have not explored.
& thanks for starting all this in poetry-world, Ron.
As a teenager in nowhereseville Oklahoma, where the only poetry books I came across were anthologies of Tennyson and Elizabeth Barrett Browning moldering on the shelf in my pathetic high school library, the internet was the only place I could possibly have come across contemporary poetry. I met all of my first poet friends online. I first read about Barbara Guest, my second favorite poet (Mr. Stevens has my #1 spot) & biggest influence, in an article in Jacket magazine. I can't even imagine what kind of writer I would be without the internet. It was simply the only way for a poor kid to get access to any innovative writing. And yes, poor kid. The connection between internet use and privilege doesn't ring true to my experience. I never had the internet at home (or a computer, or running water), but I had access at schools and libraries, which was enough for me to get what I needed at the time.
I get very fired up about this snobbish technology fear in writers, so please excuse my heated tone. I hear this so much, though, that it makes me want to scream. Please believe me when I tell you that reading poetry on the internet will not pollute your poetry. I like to consume good poetry wherever I might find it--whether written in chalk on a paper bag or on a computer screen. And I don't think either one is superior to the other.
Anyways, kudos to your blog presence, mr. silliman!
Humans are tactile beings.
Broadly speaking, the Internet--
as it now is--is virtual,
but not tactile.
Some say that within 5 years
the Internet will be
broadly tactile.
Whatever else they are,
the most visited sites
are sources of information.
Your blog is.
And, yes, because you allow comments,
part of that information
resides in those comments.
Seth A-------'s blog is.
Here are some types of poetry blogs:
1) Those that do not allow comments
2) Those that do not track visitors
3) Those that provide only sparse
information about one poet
4) Those that have links to those
magazines in which their poems are
and/or to magazines edited by them
and/or that promote their books
5) Those that are magazines which
publish poetry, the lastest being
video magazines
6) Those that venture intensively
beyond poetry
7) Those that are the main source
for one poet's poems
8) Those that track visitors
9) Those that allow comments
10) Those that are poetry/literary
archives
11) Those that are
12) Some poetry blogs persist in
several of these types, and others
persist in types not mentioned
here
Two poetry blogs I visit regularly
do not allow comments.
tzzzzzt crak pzzzt phzzzph!!!
more than one surmised
a silencing
of the rebel monk
gots them badluck
in bangkoc blues baby
ain't nuthin you can do
i gots em all day long
and alls the nighttime too
I sense that it's easier to get published online. Yet I think that online publication doesn't really count for tenure or for qualification for grants. Some poets put their poems up on their own blog spaces. Is this a little like putting your paintings up in your studio, and having an open studio evening, because you can't get a gallery interested?
Question of wanting to be read versus wanting your poems in a classy vehicle with elite status.
I was happy to get into Poetry Macao, for instance, but how many access that online periodical? I had some pieces in Jacket (translations) but it would be wonderful to see a hit counter on the pages so that you could assess impact. Also, it would be nice if comments pages were permitted for online poetry journals.
Why doesn't Jacket permit that? The only comments I got were on a blog (at the time I didn't even know what a blog was, and wondered what on earth...)
One of the things about poetry is that it seems to exist in a vacuum unless you're at the very top (Ashbery, etc., or Billy Collins, upon whom people do at least have opinions).
There is a tiny Lutheran market for poems (a few Lutheran periodicals allow poems), but it's rare to actually hear feedback from the readers even in those journals.
It seems to me that that's one thing that online journals could do better than print vehicles: allow at least for comments (even mean ones are better than nothing at all). Just a suggestion for how to tip the scales in favor of online publication.
Of course you are also entirely giving up on royalties or payment if you publish online. For a few poets (Billy Collins) that money can be substantial, but for most, poetry is a hobby -- you put more into it than you'll ever get out.
Try this: publish your own book.
Everybody seems to agree that wealth is not in a poet's future, so I suppose it comes down to whether one is motivated by a love of poetry or a need for recognition and external validation of one's self worth.
If you write for today, you are a craftsman.
If you write for tomorrow, you're a poet.
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