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Call for Submissions:A Face to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poetry

I'm so motivated by this I might even write something new.

From Stacy Lynn Brown:

The editors, Stacey Lynn Brown and Oliver de la Paz, are pleased to announce a call for submissions for A Face to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poetry.

We are seeking poems that work within the literary tradition of persona poetry: poems written as dramatic monologues, whose speakers employ masks, or whose character and voice are different from the poet's own.

Please submit up to 5 unpublished poems. We will also consider poems whose rights have reverted back to the author.

All submissions will be accepted electronically. Please send an email to the editors at facesanthology@gmail.com with the poet's name and "Submission for Persona Anthology" as the subject line, with the poems as an attachment.

The submission deadline has been extended to February 15th. We look forward to reading your work!

Reading Basil Bunting and Karl Shapiro today. Bunting surprises me in good ways, Shapiro, not so much.

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  1. Two ways (of many others, I'm sure) of thinking about the 'I' in poetry: many people assume the 'I' is the poet herself speaking her thoughts; the other POV is that the 'I' is made up, a character like any in fiction. Persona poems avoid the debate by stating outright that they are poems in a voice other than the poet's. Hope that helps.

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  2. Judging by your name, though, I don't know if you wanted a serious answer.

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  3. Persona? I read it as Personal, like in Personal Ads. I figured it was a poem that was being used to get you a date or a hook up. My old poetry teacher Paul Carroll said that there were only two reasons to write poetry. The first one was to get money, the second one wasn't. I always figured that we were writing Personal Ad poems in his class.

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