Stirring a brew of obscurity, banality, and imperception in a solipsistic lubberland is not the way to attract avid readers. When Hutchinson published Mary Wilson's Selected Poems , they printed 10,000 copies, a huge edition for an unknown, poet, even though she was the wife of a fairly well-known former Prime Minister. They found they had underestimated the demand by 300 per cent.
Poetry seems to be booming in England as in Australia.
The mute inglorious Miltons of Gray's day are no longer mute, though they may not be glorious. I wonder. . . At least one Australian publisher doesn't seem to worry over these questions. I share - that many contemporary poets have only themselves to blame if no one reads them. Stirring a brew of obscurity, banality, and imperception in a solipsistic lubberland is not the way to attract avid readers.