MANUSCRIPT REDUX: I didn't win the Nightboat Books Poetry Prize. That honor went to Lytton Smith from New York City for a manuscript called The All-Purpose Magical Tent. The poems must be excellent because the title leaves me cold. The wonderful Terrance Hayes was the judge, so I trust him. After I received the notice, I also pulled the manuscript formerly known as Wake from a small press that had been sitting on it since early fall. That means it's only out at one contest now, and my chances of winning are slim and slimmer. Notice I didn't say none, because after the surprise of After the Poison, I'll never say none again.
I wound up pulling five poems and putting four new-ish ones in. It was another case of killing some of my darlings to create a more lean and mean manuscript. The title is another story. I'm stuck between two that are fairly similar. I hope to have it ironed out by the weekend so I can make a few more submissions.
I'll be blogging American Idol later tonight. The Top 12 are performing songs by The Beatles. Triumph or train wreck? I'm guessing the latter.