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Dreams are something that should be encouraged and nurtured, but unfortunately there are some unscrupulous individuals, that thrive on exploiting dreams. Exploiting people’s dreams is like toying with their emotions, and messing with their heads. This is morally repugnant. I am now writing of one such organization. </div> <bR> <div>  That reprehensible organization is the International Library of Poetry, which also operates the website poetry.com. I have evidence that would strongly indicate that the poems they select for publication, are not based on artistic merit, but done solely for commercial reasons. Even though a purchase isn’t necessary they no doubt make most of their profit from selling their books to poets, and their family. I am also going to present evidence which could suggest, that they don’t publish your poem if you don’t buy the book. Also in most cases the poets, don’t make anything off the book sales, no royalties, nothing. </div> <bR> <div>  I was first introduced to poetry.com, by receiving an email about entering a poetry contest. Even though I have dabbled in poetry from time to time, I never considered myself a serious poet. It was always my own individual outlet done for my own amusement. So I initially dismissed the idea of sending a poem as absurd. But you know how it is with junk email, you just keep get sending the same old junk, and eventually the absurd starts to seem reasonable. </div> <div> I all of a sudden decided to take a poem I wrote in high school and submit it to this contest. I got a high mark on it, but I really didn’t think to highly of it, so right after I submitted it through their website, I just forgot about it, figuring nothing would come from it. To my surprise about a month later I received notification that I was a semi- finalist in the poetry contest, and because of that not only was I completing for cash prizes, but my poem was also selected for publication in an anthology collection of poetry. </div> <bR> <div>  Initially I was excited and for a brief moment I was under the delusion that I was a poet. Even though I was under no obligation to buy the anthology that I was to appear in, I did and I also paid to include my bio at the back of the book, thinking that this could possibly help the rest of the world discover my poetic gift. </div> <div> Shortly after my poem was accepted, I was invited to attend a Poet’s Convention, which I wanted to go, but I didn’t have the funds, and the poem I wrote was also accepted for inclusion on a spoken word CD. Apparently only a select few get selected for inclusion on this CD. I gave them permission to use it, but I showed self-restraint and chose not to order it. Also another poem I wrote using a pseudonym was selected for the semi-finals of a poetry contest and inclusion in the After The Storm anthology, which just happened to be the same anthology that my other poem was to appear in. So because I was already ordering the book it didn’t make sense to order a second copy. Incidentally the poem I wrote using the pseudonym was also selected for inclusion on a spoken word CD, and the pseudo poet was invited to attend the poet’s convention. </div> <bR> <div>  Since then I also wrote another poem using yet another pseudonym, and that poem was selected for another anthology, the spoken word CD, and the pseudo poet was invited to attend the poet’s convention. Also using all three different names, subsequent poems I wrote and submitted to the site did not qualify for there next contest semi-finals, or for inclusion in one of their anthology, or had that special quality to be included on the spoken word CD. But despite the weaker poetic efforts by those poets, they all qualified to be selected as the Best Poems and Poets of 2001. Apparently they were among the chosen few. </div> <bR> <div>  Also concerning the Anthology I ordered, when I received it, only one of the poems I wrote appeared in it. I don’t know about you, but it seemed a bit suspect to me. It would appear that they thought the pseudo poet wouldn’t notice, because he didn’t order a book. Also the other chain of events seem a tad bit suspicious. Especially in light of the fact, that I know of at least two other people who submit poems, who had there first poems submitted accepted for publication, and inclusion on the spoken word CD, and were invited to the convention, and were accepted as one of the best poets. To me this seems to go beyond coincidence. It would seem that their business of publishing books, isn’t based on artistic merit but on commercial gain. Of course it is understandable that they want to sell as many books as possible. But it is absolutely despicable that they have to exploit others to do it. Not one of the poets collects a royalty check from their poems, and most of the money comes out of their wallets. </div> <bR> <div>  Also, even though I cannot verify whether or not they give cash prizes, I feel that at the very least one has to seriously question the merits of the judging in these contests. Even though I feel disgusted by the International Library of Poetry and poetry.com, they aren’t the only ones to be blame. In order to be exploited, the one getting exploited, has to be a willing participant. That is why I have no intention to submit to poetry.com ever again, and I urge you to do the same. The International Library should be boycotted, and in this way they would be taught a lesson. </div> <bR> <div>  As for me I still write poetry, which appears on my website, along with my articles and short story, but I now mainly do it for my own amusement. Of course if someone likes my poetry, they can publish it, but I need to be paid in fill. I won’t be a pawn in any ones games any more. At least not wittingly.  - CHRISTOPHER JAMES BAKER</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> 10 THINGS NOT TO SAY IF YOUR BOY/GIRLFRIEND IS A CANNIBAL</div> <div>                By Dr. Spartucus Jones <FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FFFFCC" FACE="Arial" >(not a real doctor)</FONT></div> <div>           </div> <div> At times in life we all confronted with problems that simply overwhelm us. We appreciate all the help we can get, don't we? Well here are some helpful tips to cope with a situation many of us have to deal with.</div> <div> I am sure we have all faced those terribly embarrassing situations when you meet someone, fall in love, and start to go out with him or her, only to find out that they're cannibals. At this point you are so madly in love that you are willing to overlook this minor flaw (hey, nobody is perfect). But proceed with caution. Here are 10 things to never say to your boy/girlfriend if they're cannibals.</div> <bR> <div> 1) You want to eat in tonight?</div> <div> 2) Bite me</div> <div> 3) Look at that girl over there, she has a lot of meat on her bones.</div> <div> 4) You want to come over to my house; I just rented the movie Alive</div> <div> 5) Something worrying you honey, I think what you need is a sympathetic</div> <div> ear.</div> <div> 6) Hey honey, do you want to be my Hannibal Lecter?</div> <div> 7) What do you want for dinner, Chinese, Greek, or Italian?</div> <div> 8) Need help, I will give you a hand</div> <div> 9) I really love how we feed off each other</div> <div> 10) Eat me</div> <div>      If you heed these words of wisdom, you may be able to make the most of an awkward experience. You can enjoy a lifetime of love together, and avoid being tonight's dinner. </div> <div> So in the words of Spock " Live long and prosper."</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>RAGE AGAINST SUM41</b></div> <div> One night I was walking to Subway Sandwiches, where I have a prestigious job of being a sandwich artist. At first there was nothing the least bit unusual about the night. Then out of nowhere, I was a victim of a drive-by soaking. Yes super soakers, from a passing car soaked me. I know that drive by soakings are becoming quite the problem, but it was the first time that I been victimized by it, and I was not the least bit impressed. But what could I do? I just continue to walk to work soaked and wet. I just blocked this horrible experience out of my mind. I just dismissed it as just another sure sign that the apocalypse was rapidly approaching. </div> <bR> <div> A couple a months later a group of teens came in and asked if I knew that I was in the Sum 41 video. The video showed me getting soaked by Super Soakers. I didn't believe them. I thought maybe that they were the ones that soaked me. After all who ever heard of Sum 41, and what a stupid name for a band.</div> <div> That same night I heard a song that I have heard on a couple of occasions, called " It makes no difference". It was a catchy song, but I wasn't sure who sang it, so I was hoping I would hear the radio announcer, announce the band who did the song. Sure enough he did, and the band was Sum 41, from Ajax, Ontario. And I thought to myself, what a stupid name for a band.</div> <div>  Then a couple nights later while I was working I received a phone call, around 12:00am. It was from a fellow work mate, who said he just seen me while watching Much Music. He said he seen me in the Sum 41 video. By this point I started to believe that I really was in a video.</div> <bR> <div> Then a few days later a good friend of mine was over at my house, and he showed me the video off the Sum 41 website. Sure enough I was in it. A star edited my face, but I was wearing my subway shorts, and you could identify my unmistakable legs.</div> <div>         </div> <div>  At the time of this writing, Sum 41 has shot a new video for " It's makes no difference", but it is too late, the damage has been done. I can no longer live my life in relative obscurity. Everywhere I go people are coming up to me, and saying, " hey, you are the guy in the Sum 41 video. Can we have your autograph?"</div> <bR> <div>  Okay, maybe not everywhere I go, and no one asked for my autograph yet, but that is just because they are to shy to approach me. Worst than all the unwanted attention, a gross human right violation has taken place. So it is time for me to strike back. I have been living with this trauma way to long. I have had people tell me that I should sue the band, but I want to pursue a more amicable out of court settlement. And beside they are not big enough yet, for me to become filthily rich off of them.</div> <div>       </div> <div> To the members of Sum 41, I propose 4 terms that must be met. They are as follow: 1) you must give me a free autograph copy of your Half Hour of Power CD. I was going to buy it, but I declined as protest. 2) Since I am an aspiring writer, I want you too grant me an interview with the band. And you have to answer any question I ask you. For example, if I ask if you if you ever owned a Yoko Ono album, you have to give me an honest answer. 3) I always wanted to be a songwriter. I don't have enough talent to write music, but I can write lyrics. So I am going to write lyrics for five songs, you have to record all them and give me a CD recording of it, called the Spartucus Sessions. I am to be the only person to own a copy of it. Out of those five songs, you have to choose at least one of the songs to include on your new album. And of course I would be entitled to songwriting royalties. 4) Finally I want to appear in your next music video. I want to dress like the bumble bee girl in Blind Melons " No Rain" video, and dance around. That always had been a life long dream of mine. My fee is negotiable, since I don't believe in using the media to negotiate a legal deal. </div> <bR> <div> So these are the four terms, and if Sum 41 can meet these terms, than peace and order can be restore, and I can go on living a normal life in obscurity, in Ajax, Ontario. By the way, Sum 41 really is a stupid name for a band.- by the sandwich artist formerly known as chris.</div> <bR> <div>                                      <IMG SRC="06b64640.gif" border=0 width="100" height="100" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="06d916d0.gif" border=0 width="145" height="109" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> </td> </tr></table></body>