I'm just off from a lovely, enlightening phone call with a local printer who, amongst many other things, publishes poetry pamphlets, or chapbooks, as they're sometimes called.
I guess I'll never earn my living - just the occasional cup of green tea and a coffee for my wife - from the royalties I get from poetry, but I do like the idea of publishing, especially short run, more artistic or Zen-minimalist works, and short poems, mine and others.
I also like the idea of collecting obscure, cheap, contemporary poetry books. One a month would mean about £100 a year. Easy reading, doesn't matter whether I like it or not.
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