We’ve heard that call for the death of manifestos. The death of poetry. The death of lyric. The death of conceptualism. We’ve had calls for the death of flarf. For an end to sincerity. For a return to sincerity. For an end to original content. For a return to original content. We’ve heard a call for poems that feel and a call for poems that are aggregated instead. We want a return to form and we want a return to formlessness. We want, damn it, we want what we want. And what we appear to want is poetry that retains that y as in lyric poetry. We want a speaking subject, or we want to be spoken directly to. We want Kenny to speak more than we want to read what Kenny prints out of the Internet. Or we want, if the recent spiral into viral that accompanied Tricia Lockwood’s “Rape Joke” poem is any indication, to speak about something more pressing than we think others are speaking about.
What exactly is that? Where on earth can lyric go next?
We are looking for your New Lyric Manifestos. We aren’t about to move away from lyric, and we can’t write out of our time, but we can write to something else. Please submit only one manifesto. We will only respond directly to those we are considering, but we look forward to seeing what you think.
Deadline: November 30, 2013