“Hacker is spot on,” concurred Ella G. LeMent, the Primary Paradigm Sustainability Strategist for the American Federation of Poets and Poetry Workers. “People just aren’t able to earn a living anymore in poetry and the poetry-related fields.” Pictured at the left: Ella G. LeMent, the Primary Paradigm Sustainability Strategist for the American Federation of Poets and Poetry Workers LeMent offered the following statistics as proof: |
* The number of long-term unemployed poets has never been higher.
* Salaries for poets, bards, and versifiers have dropped by more than 585% since the turn of the century (the turn of the 20th century).
* The rate of poetry book ownership in the United States has just hit a brand new 25-year low, and 88% of all Americans say that they do not anticipate buying a book of poetry “for the foreseeable future.”
* 93% of those employed in poetry or poetry-related fields drive used Kias (and 100% of the AMC Gremlins and Ford Pintos still on the road are owned and driven by poets).
Additional, the American Council of College Counselors topped the list of most useless college degrees with a degree in poetry; the ACCC’s “top ten” (or should we say “bottom ten”) worthless degrees are as follows:
1. Poetry
2. Puppetry
3. Canadian Studies
4. Bowling Industry Management
5. Music – with a concentration in Bassoon
6. Poultry Sciences
7. Leisure Studies
8. Philosophy
9. Art History
10. Floral Management
Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request) foresaw the decline of poetry and poetry-related fields in his now classic poem "I know no Riches I can own" (below on the left). His poem inspired third-cousin Emily to pen her poem "Because 'twas Riches I could own" (below on the right).
By Emmett Lee Dickinson: I know no Riches I can own, Myself I’ve earned it – Me, A PhD in Poetry – It brings on Poverty An Earldom out of sight to hold, An Income naught but Air, Possessions – none for I live on A shoestring and a Prayer – | By Emily Dickinson: Because 'twas Riches I could own, Myself had earned it – Me, I knew the Dollars by their names – It feels like Poverty An Earldom out of sight to hold, An Income in the Air, Possession – has a sweeter chink Unto a Miser's Ear – |