Submitting on a Saturday Night
So I am finally doing it. I make sure my students are published, and forget myself. It is backwards.
But I am sure that part of the problem is the simple fact that I hate the politics of poetry. Well of life, in general, but yes poetry. Poetry reading that are, more often then not, numbing. I continue to go because it is a necessity and at times someone will read that makes me very glad that I showed up. I don’t like submitting. Figuring out what poem is more suited to this magazine or that magazine, and hoping. And like all humans, the rejection factor SUCKS!
Perhaps I simply do not like poetry that does not dance. Like 98% of it, which makes this a strange world for me to keep playing off key music in. . .