As you may have noticed, there have been poetry posts coming up weekly on your Hassle feed. A good dosing of poetry in the morning can be a good thing — that’s why each Saturday morning we’ll be posting the work of one poet for your perusal and enjoyment. It’s like a cup of coffee, only it has multiple meanings. Well, I guess a cup of coffee can have multiple meanings too… otherwise, there wouldn’t be poetry. But that’s a theological thing. In any case, WE WANT YOUR SUBMISSIONS! Please send in up to five poems, to: eliotcardinaux [at] gmail [dot] com — and your wildest dreams may be fulfilled — only — maybe only in your wildest dreams…
You see, we are an entirely volunteer-run organization, with minimal funding, so while your poetry will be broadcast to a world-wide audience, you won’t be getting paid for it. This is the condition of the modern artist, in a world where books are replaced by bytes and digital data, where the physical world of everyday things is left to linger in the space of memory, where it resides, along with a certain nostalgia for real life, in the not-so-distant future. Hence: both the absurdity of human existence, AND the need for poetry! Maybe you can share it with a friend in the physical realm while commenting on the painfully blurred vision you’re experiencing from looking at a screen. Or, you can remain forever digital, buried by the sediment of the past. Your choice, but since you have to submit to something, you might as well submit to the Boston Hassle, right? After all, it’s the only kind of submission that is worthwhile in the end. Or is it?