dumbfoundry

These days, for young and/or new poets, prizes seem less like an honour, the cherry on the proverbial top of the cake, than a mandatory requirement—especially if you come from one of the independent publishing houses from across the UK—if you can expect to see your book comprehensively stocked in the retail outlets and acknowledged in the newspapers. In an age where poetry is read by about as many people who still watch TV in black and white (and often these two groups coincide), award nomination—with admittedly some exceptions—is often the only way in which people will actually bother to read—and hopefully buy—your work. And that’s if the whim takes them.

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