I have seen numerous discussions here at Passions over the past several years on the issue of bumping. Most generally, someone complains of their poetry quickly fading from sight while obviously inferior poetry stays at the top.
The typical response is that people shouldn't post to get replies, one should not care about replies, there is no inferior poetry posted at Passions(beauty is in the eye of the beholder), or post in the smaller forums. Being properly chastised, the complainer beats a hasty retreat and normalcy returns to the forums until the next frustrated poet vents.
I have posted some six hundred poems over the last three plus years at Passions. I say this only to establish I have a modicum of experience on how Passions functions. I will readily concede my poetry is as inferior as anyone elses. (I write poetry as a pressure release, not to be a poet laureate) I will, however, admit frustration realizing that if I post a poem I write with no thought, just typing whatever comes into my head within a matter of minutes, I stand as good of chance of receiving the same number of replies as to the poems I have worked days if not weeks writing. As an aside, from personal observation, it appears the cliques are just as, or more pronounced in the smaller forums.
I think I have the intellect to figure out what it takes to obtain larger numbers of replies and have no desire in that regard. I will live with my recent average of five replies per poem, which from experience I suspect I would get if I submitted a computer generated poem. Therefore, my suggestion is not intended to secure more replies for my poetry.
That brings me to my question, why bump at all?
Shouldn't everyone be on equal footing? The so-called cliques will still be able to find their co-cliquees, and inferior poets like me would not be able to complain about having our poetry pushed to oblivion by the megaposters as everyone would be treated equally.
If indeed all poetry is good, then all poetry should be treated equally. If everyone sinks into oblivion equally, then no one can complain. No one would in anyway be prevented from seeking out their favorite poets and responding.
Perhaps a Passion's Bill of Rights?
One for all and all for one,
We'll guillotine the nasty bump,
and slide together into oblivion.
(see, I said I could write terrible poetry)