Purge announcements and updates: Extras.

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Items run from oldest to newest. Scroll down for the latest, in other words.

And: If you know of others you think should be here, drop a line. Email or comment here. If you are one of the Purged/Rejectorinos, I would love and appreciate your writing to me at danielnester at gmail dot com.  On- or off-record is fine.

Brian Spears’ post has some seriously substantial comments.

The New York Observer reported stuff yesterday, and I talked to him, offered cheeky comment.

Steve Fellner’s open letter is a wonder to behold.

That’s the breaks, says Publishers Weekly.

What he seems to be saying.

Never knew about this academic’s site centered loosely on around McSweeney’s. Anyway, that person wrote this.

Go your own way.

Blake Butler at HTML Giant offers some original reporting.

On the Paris Review blog, new poetry editor Robyn Creswell writes about Raritan Review ‘s Richard Poirier festschrift. Poetry and pragmatism, indeed.

More after the jump.

Canada’s National Post has written a story on “The Rejectorinos.” Read it here.

Critical mass may have been reached. Jim Behrle has done a two comics and counting.

The Equalizer now has unlimited space for Rejectorinos,

On one side of the office, Poetry editor Don Share tweets a lot about TGPRPP. Over at the other side, the Poetry Foundation website tries its hand at a snarkolicious link-round-up. Holla!

In the comments, Frances asks some pretty darn good questions.

Anna George Meek comes forward to stand as part of the “Purgerati,” also in the comments section.

Flotsam reports and decides. Don’t know what they mean by my “experience,” but it certainly sounds groovy.

Good comments and Richard Howard memories and Reliable Sources -type theorizing here. FWIW: I suppose the people I talked to are friendly or friends with me because they are, well, friendly with me. Others are not and have talked to me.  Complete strangers even. Hopefully more.

Salvatore Pane (great name) offers some story-shaping.

Gian Lombardo at Quale Press talks about guard-changing.

Travis Kurkowski thinks the whole thing got out of hand and loves Blake Butler’s “pitch-perfect” parody.

Victor Infante and his, ahem, Inferno erupts, talks about an editor’s work.

Haggard & Halloo reprints the New York Observer piece.

Rebecca Wolff for the win (see comments).

Justin Taylor apologizes for  not knowing what Flarf is vis-à-vis Paris Review non-purged poet’s Graham Foust’s tweet. Or something like that.

Purlpoet examines the politics of deacceptance.

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August 2. Some person named “Dorothy Parka” at Hipster Book Club –better known as The Happy Booker on Twitter–should read for higher comprehension, and know more about literary magazines, before s/he starts writing about a piece of writing that requires reading and the subject of literary magazines.  To wit: I am not, repeat not, one of the rejected or purged poets, and wholesale un-accepting of months’ or even years’ worth of accepted work is not a common practice in the world of literary journals.  As a matter of fact, it’s only The Paris Review that did this, thus making it newsworthy, if only for that. Then there’s the whole angle that it is The Paris Review doing it, as opposed to another, less noteworthy journal.

As for making fun of the entire genre and enterprise of writing and publishing poetry and for cribbing whole paragraphs’ worth of reporting from this site without attribution, I’ll just leave it to Hipster Book Club’s readers, including all five that came from that story to ours to read the actual news stories, to determine what they think of that. I can, however, address these sentiments from the author intended:

It’s poetry; it makes the world a better place and it’s shorter than some 20 page small family drama or immigrant story. Do they publish these things at TPR? I have no idea, but it would not shock me to see a sentence like “The air was redolent with saffron” in one of their stories.

Two things. First of all, The Paris Review has published poetry in all the years of its history, and in many periods more than any other genre. The only purpose of acting willfully ignorant of this is to play up the “make fun of poetry” angle of the piece. Second, what’s the matter with immigrant stories? It’s I guess an inside baseball fiction publishing complaint, I suppose, at least on the surface–those Indians are taking over short story collections!  But deeper down it’s another lazy argument about writing and literary culture–the writer says, after all, that she “has no idea” if the Review publishes “these things,” as if flaunting ignorance about the subject at hand would boost the argument.  And then ends it all with a xenophobic saffron-angst as a cherry on top.
In other words: Noice.