Published by Paul Szlosek
Paul Szlosek was born in Southbridge, Massachusetts, but currently resides in the nearby metropolis of Worcester. He was co-founder and host of the long-running Poet’s Parlor poetry reading in Southbridge and Sturbridge, as well as a past recipient of the Jacob Knight Award for Poetry. His poems have appeared in various local publications including the Worcester Review, Worcester Magazine, Sahara, Concrete Wolf, and Diner. He’s probably best known in the Worcester poetry community for his fanatical obsession with obscure poetry forms, and has invented his own including the ziggurat, the streetbeatina, and (most recently) the hodgenelle.
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“While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.” – this one struck a chord with me!
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Yes, it does with me . I just love that quote. Billy Colilins has also written an entire poem (the title which escapes me now) about the differences between a novel and a poem which I also adore…
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