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Sunday, February 03, 2013

Spam wars

Instead of watching the Ravens, first national team to be named for a poem, I am trying out comment moderation as a way of getting rid of both spam and the need for word verification. Let me know if you hate it (just as you let me know that you hated word verification!) Hello to moderation, good-by to the old warnings:
Here you will find no pesky word verification, no wait for moderation. If you leave me a comment, but your words do not appear, it may mean that you have fallen into the Gulf of Spam. If you are good and true and not selling V----, I will climb down and rescue you, bearing my trusty vorpal Sword. But if you have come to peddle some banal product, I fear that you will slip deeper into the Gulf of Spam, where you will (alas!) be eaten by roaming Balrogs.
Oh, and you have three more hours to obtain a free download of Jennifer Reeser's poetry collection, Sonnets from the Dark Lady and Other Poems from an Amazon site in North American or Europe. So please do.


  1. Hi there, Dave! You were one of the people I thought about when I changed settings. Hope it is better...

  2. We have the freedom to say no if we don't regard numbers as the measure of success - numbers of readers, numbers of dollars.

    That said, I understand your sense of responsibility towards your publishers. And, I suppose, the desire for a significant readership, even though it's not something I share. The older I get, the more conscious I become of all the stuff I haven't read, or reread in years; all the pages I still hope to write. Marketing costs too much - in energy, in time. And probably in readers, but it's a price I'm willing to pay.

  3. Well, I don't think that I do say that any kind of numbers are a measure of success. Nevertheless, I feel that I desire readers (the completion of a work, no?) and that I owe something to my publishers...

    Good cheer, Lee!


Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.