We are two part-time academics. Ellen teaches in the English department and Jim in the IT program at George Mason University.
Dear Harriet,
I promise this will be the last about poetry where mine is included for a while. On Wompo, many members have been discussing how to promote a beautiful anthology of poetry and prose the members of list have put together & published as a collaboration born of the list: Letters to the World: Poems from the Wom-po Listserv. It was suggested that those of us who have blogs announce the publication of this book on our blog.
Here is the cover and publisher’s description:
“LETTERS TO THE WORLD is the first anthology of its kind—a feminist collaboration born from The Discussion of Women’s Poetry Listserv (Wom-po), a vibrant, inclusive electronic community founded in 1997 by Annie Finch. With an introduction by D’Arcy Randall and brief essays by the poets themselves reflecting on the history and spirit of the listserv, the book presents a rich array of viewpoints and poems. LETTERS TO THE WORLD is a remarkable example of how the Internet has radically rearranged associations among poets, editors, and readers.”
A longer description:
“259 contributors, 19 countries, 5 continents Australia * Canada * Cuba * France * Germany * Greece * India * Iran * Italy * Ireland * Mexico * New Zealand * Norway * Palestine * Philippines * Romania * South Africa * U.K. * United States *
LETTERS TO THE WORLD is unique on several levels. Its poems convey the extraordinary range of existing contemporary voices and show how the Internet allows people to connect meaningfully across cultural and aesthetic boundaries. The preface, introduction, and 28 brief essays by contributors meditate on this quality of Wom-po and reveal how virtual communities enlarge real lives and both deepen and broaden poetic discourse.
The creation of the book itself reflects the egalitarian quality of the Internet and the collaborative ideals which have engaged many feminists. Any Wom-po member who wanted to contribute to the book was included. The editorial group collaborated over a two year period, dividing tasks according to interest and availability and making decisions based on consensus, with no one individual having veto power. (The Afterword describes the process in more detail.)
The diversity of the poems and the poets’ demographics, the self-empowering means of selection, and the egalitarian process which brought the book into form make LETTERS TO THE WORLD a remarkable example of how the Internet has radically rearranged associations among poets, editors, and readers.”
It’s also described in an Iranian Newsletter! There’s a blog in Morocco, which features the book. In the upcoming American Women Poets Association meeting (Jan 31st – Feb 3rd, NYC), there will be sessions reading from the book and a celebratory party.
Friday Feb.1 9:00-10:15. Letters to the World: Creating an Anthology in Cyberspace. Panelists: Ann Hostetler (moderator), Annie Finch, Lesley Wheeler, Rosemary Starace, Ann Fisher-Wirth, and Kate Gale (publisher).
A launch party for the book on Saturday Feb. 2, 6 – 8 p.m., at the Bowery Poetry Club, 308 Bowery, NYC. (No link for this.)
As said, this is an anthology which brings together poems and prose by all the contributors to the listserv—of which quite a number are published poets or writers. I was too shy to pick my best or the most characteristic (Renaissance-type) poems I did from Vittoria Colonna, but rather went for a modest poem which had a modern or simple feel (so I hoped) from Veronica Gambara. I did pour myself into it & it represents a central part of what I try to hold to to give me strength. Recently (I admit) a false hope for personal happiness again tore away at me. It is hard to eradicate hope.
Now hope has died:
what once upon a time
made me eager, bold.
But I grieve the less,
since I have understood
no one is constant;
nothing endures.
Hope has now died.
Once upon a time
hope’s deceit melted me, and I held on.
Now my pain is a game to her;
when she’s driven me to tears,
she abandons me,
worn out from love and desire;
she continually tempts me with dying:
a tenacious, strong passion,
which perseveres yet more strongly.
Hope has now died.
I hoped, and fed myself with sweet fire;
I shall not hope any more,
only cry, my soul wrenched with longing,
I call everywhere on death,
seek succour for my grief,
since my heart is without hope
whom I once turned to
as sweet refuge.
Now hope is dead.
While I had her as guide,
every evil seemed light;
without her I am bewildered, bleak,
the least thing is too much;
long anxiety and brief pleasure
are all I’ve known until now:
my only reward has been
to be a slave.
Now hope has died.
Gentle, sweet, soft hope,
... ah … fled from me …
why didn’t she take with her
this burnt heart, my weary life?
I am so frightened,
of hope wholly deprived,
not living, yet alive
at length I have no hope.
Hope has now died.
Sylvia
N.B. This is the fourth publication I’ve been involved in which is a result of or about cyberspace life: the other three are my book, Trollope on the Net, partly about the experiences of a group of people on a listserv reading Trollope together; an essay I wrote for the Burney Letter about a group of people who read an abridged edition of Burney’s letters and diaries together, On Reading Divergent Fanny Burney D’Arblays; and an essay I wrote for the Johnsonian Newsletter about another group of people who read Boswell’s Life of Johnson together with their tour books to the Hebrides, Johnson and Boswell Forever!.
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Posted by: Ellen
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