Posts Tagged ‘national poetry month’

NaPoWriMo (a.k.a. The 30/30 Challenge and several other equally intimidating names), is upon writers once more. This is a time where stagnation becomes a thing of the past and poets try to stretch their underused muscles to produce 30 poems in as many days in honor of National Poetry Month (’cause it’s April, y’all). Since creating this blog, I’ve commented on NaPoWriMo once before, and like that time, all my 30/30 hemorrhages will appear in the comments section. So either subscribe to the comments on this post or bookmark it and check back throughout April to see some fresh excrement.


Expect the level of crap on the Internet to surge exponentially as the 30/30 challenge – a genre-based circle jerk that tasks each participating poet with the penning of 30 poems in the 30 days of April – kicks off National Poetry Month this April Fool’s Day. Sadly, this is not a joke. Or it is, and everyone laughing along is choking on self-celebrating sips of their own ejaculate tipped from flowery or phallic flutes. Fun with metaphors aside, I’ve always been 50/50 on the 30/30.

Writing, and especially the writing of poetry, has been and always will be a masturbatory exercise for most. Regardless of the why, the what, while not necessarily done for the purpose of doing so, either produces a momentary euphoria or a sense of self actualization/fulfillment. So why not attempt to get off 30 days in a row? To this end, the 30/30 is good exercise. After all, the practice of writing is just that, and the more one writes the better one’s writing will become (supposedly). At the very least, practice gets the writer into a decently motivated creative rhythm that will result in better poems being created later on or will contribute to raw material for later refinement/crafting.

On the other hand, one horrible aspect of the 30/30, much like any writing exercise, is that anything produced is done so under faux pressure. False impetus, as far as I’m concerned, will always reap weak results. Also, writers’ muses acting much like children will rebel against forced action via either standoffishness or giving the bare minimum (like writing about not being able to write). This brings me to the other horrible aspect of the 30/30: the deluge of such splooge on otherwise good poets’ blogs. Sure, there may be good poems, ideas, lines, etc. written during the challenge, but the majority of it should either be sandwiched between spiraled notebook cover blinders or buried in Word files and never allowed to see the light of someone else’s screen.

Since I’ve never written a decent poem in my life, I don’t consider the forthcoming inundation of my barely existent readership to be much of a change from the usual. So consider yourselves warned: I’m attempting the 30/30 this year. God help your eyes and, if possible, refrain from sending my muse flowers. She’s fickle, and I can’t live without her.