Reading Report from Hugo House, Even More Readings, and Thoughts on Performance
Sorry I didn’t post this earlier – I didn’t get home from last night’s reading (four readers plus open mike – whew!) until 11:30, and then I ate dinner and collapsed. We didn’t get any pics last night (low lighting meant blurry photos and our video was shaky and blurry as well- sorry!) but it was a packed house at Hugo House’s Cheap Wine and Poetry night – about eighty people and extra spilling out into hallways and porch…definitely a reading series worth visiting! The crowd was friendly, slightly tipsy, and raucous. I met and got to chat with lots of great folks. And I sold some books, always a welcome thing.
This reading made me realize I really had been away for a couple of years – this reading series became so vibrant while I was in CA! The Richard Hugo House in Seattle has been undergoing a series of personnel changes, as well, so I’m getting to know new people. I didn’t recognize many people in the audience, either, so I was really grateful for my handful of friends who came. Sometimes I take for granted that I know all the poets in Seattle, but you know what? I don’t! It’s a big town full of folks I’ve never met!
I hadn’t met any of my fellow readers before, though one (Elizabeth Colen) was even a fellow Steel Toe Books author! The three other readers were all interesting, gifted female writers (hence, the “Ladies’ Night” theme event) each with a different style of performance – one quiet and shy reading straight out of her book, another a performance-oriented poet who had everything memorized and mesmerized the crowd in her fishnets. I think I’m somewhere in the middle, though I confessed to someone last night I think I would be a lot more comfortable at readings if I could just put a potted plant in front of my face as I read. I think the combination of vulnerability of reading your own work and the physical performance aspects of trying to be interesting/entertaining to an audience can be really challenging. I like reading but afterward I always feel like I’ve just gone twelve rounds with a boxing robot.
This reading made me think about the choices we make about how to present out poems – how performance can both enhance – and distract from – our poetry. Hearing a poem is so different from reading it on the page, and I try now to be aware of that, to slow down my naturally frenetic speech patterns, to try to make space for applause, a laugh, an offhand comment to connect with an audience. I also thought it was interesting that the other readers had been publishers, reading series hosts, editors, teachers and in other ways were connecting with their communities – something I think is really important! That probably explains the large crowd, come to think of it.
Now I have to get ready for Sunday’s reading at the new Northwest Bookfest in Kirkland, with friends Kelli Russell Agodon, Elizabeth Austen, and Susan Rich. It looks like it’s going to be a great time, I just have to get my energy back up! (Plus I have to catch up on writing work – a job application needs to be turned in, a poetry contest entry (or two) needs to be sent out, poems in general have been languishing from lack of attention! Promoting a new book tends to eat up all the extra time and energy in your life if you let it…I need to be sure to set aside as much writing time as promoting time…) Hope to see you Sunday or sometime soon!
Fiction by Poets, Best of the Net, and more Readings!
The news doesn’t stop! Just like me – go go go!
I’ll be reading this Thursday night at Hugo House in Seattle as part of the “Cheap Wine and Poetry” series, a Ladies Night with some great local writers (including another Steel Toe author…) 7 PM. Be there, baby!
Thanks to Redheaded Stepchild for nominating my poem, “A True Princess Bruises,” for Best of the Net! Awesome! It’s kind of a little spin on the Princess and the Pea fairy tale…and belongs in the fairy-tale-body-image manuscript I’ve been working on, along with my robot scientist’s daughter manuscript…that’s right – two more manuscripts! I keep myself busy, right?
And, my very first piece of fiction, “How Not To Be A Robot Scientist’s Daughter,” is up at Fiction Southeast, along with champions of fiction like Joyce Carol Oates, Aimee Bender and Robert Olen Butler and fellow poet-fictionist Oliver de la Paz!
Reading Report from Open Books

Me with John and Christine of Open Books before the reading…Super-awesome girls at the reading – aren’t they a sexy bunch? (Pictured: Carol Levin, Joannie Stangeland, Lana Ayers, Kathleen Flenniken, Annette Spaulding-Convy, Kelli Russell Agodon, Jeannine Hall Gailey in sequins)
Although I had to navigate a variety of almost-disasters – a windstorm knocked out power to a lot of Seattle, then knocked a gigantic-bed-sized patio umbrella from the top of our apartment building into our parking space three stories below – where we had fortunately not parked our car, by some strange luck – Obama’s visit to Seattle snarled traffic all over town (and he didn’t even stop by Open Books! The shame!) – traffic accidents shut down two of the major highways and bridges, including the bridges that allow us over the water to Seattle – and so, after an hour and ten minutes in traffic for the usually twenty minute drive to Open Books, we finally arrived. A lovely if modest crowd also braved the windstorm and crazed traffic, we started just slightly late, and Glenn even successfully videotaped the whole thing (we’ll post it on YouTube.) I even got some gorgeous flowers a friend had delivered to the store – what a sweetie! – and got to take another friend out for birthday gelato afterward when the sun came out. So, all’s well that ends well.
Open Books continues to be a delightful, friendly place to read. So glad it’s where my first Seattle reading was held! (And you can still stop in and get your copy of She Returns to the Floating World…) Now to crash into bed…
Update: The whole reading is now available on YouTube, so you can see it yourself!
Looking for some fun this weekend? Poetry-type fun?
If you’re looking for poetry-type action this weekend in Seattle, well, you’re in luck.
Open Books. 3 PM Sunday Sunday Sunday. Origami cranes! Japanese candy! Monster Trucks!
Well…maybe no monster trucks. But I will be doing my first Seattle reading of my new book, She Returns to the Floating World. I’m nervous. I’m picking poems, some of which I’m reading out loud for the first time.
Here’s one of them, inspired by Hayao Miyazaki’s Howl’s Moving Castle. Hope to see you there!
Love Story (with Fire Demon and Tengu)
Maybe in this version you are a bird, and I have become an old woman. Maybe you ate a falling star. It’s hard to love someone in a castle—they always feel distant. I will open a flower shop and learn to speak German, take to wearing ruffled dresses and straw hats. You’d like to pin me down, but you could tell my feet weren’t touching the ground. I called your name over and over, but you couldn’t hear me above the din of the bombers. It was like movies of wartime Japan. I looked up and there were planes bulging with smoke.
The blue sky kept getting darker –
sometimes, I thought,
with your shadow.
In the end, I have a dog in my arms and a scarecrow for a friend, but I never make it to Kansas. The field is wet and stormy, I kiss three men goodnight for their magic. The door to your childhood is opening for me. It allows me passage into a brick wall, my fists full of shiny black feathers, the shell of an egg, the howl of cold wind against a mountain. Don’t worry, your heart is in good hands. Let me keep it a little longer; its blue glow illuminates everything.
Attitude Adjustment – Contentment in Any Situation Edition
Just yesterday, I was so grumpy and whiny that I had to go back and delete my own blog post! Blah! Bad grumpy Jeannine was on the loose! Then…Magic Attitude adjustment. This morning I woke up…content. Not spring-out-of-bed energetic, but, vaguely…all right with everything going on. The lack of writing, I knew, was temporary. The rejections on the job front were all there for a reason, and after all, thanks to my still-gainfully-employed husband, I still have health insurance, enough to eat, a roof over my head. My health problems, while irritating, were not insurmountable – I can still enjoy the late fall sunshine, go watch the horses at the nearby horse farms, and my evil tonsillitis seems to finally be on the mend. I tossed all of the too-large clothes out of my closet yesterday, along with heels my physical therapist has deemed not great for my weak ankles for at least a year. Somehow, this seemed symbolic of the things I have to leave behind in order to embrace the things I have.
The sunshine and mild temperatures, the fall smells in the air (surely not falling leaves, here in mostly non-deciduous Seattle, but the recent rain on the pines) combined to bring back my…spirit? I decided not to sweat the small stuff. I took my wedding ring in to be repaired, and in the meantime, I bought a $5 rhinestone replacement at Claire’s so I didn’t keep touching my finger and missing it. My recent cancellation of my trip home to Cincinnati this fall, which had been bumming me out, instead made me think of all the good things I do have – a family great enough to actually miss, for instance, and the chance to relax a little more this fall as I mend and tend to my new book’s launch (like the new Northwest Bookfest where I am going to be reading with wonderful poets Kelli Agodon, Elizabeth Austen and Susan Rich, the new Geek Girl Con which will be awesome, and other new exciting ventures!) So see? I just have to learn to be content despite my circumstances. Rainier came out today, and was so beautiful shining over the flat green fields and trees of Woodinville. Also, a beautiful black horse with a white star on its nose walked right up to me in the field today, and nodded at me, and when I nodded back, it nodded again! (Horse magic!) I wished I had some sugar cubes or apples for it. Plus the ability to scale a fence and a large ditch.
And oh, running into this Onion article on the Poet Laureate first thing in the morning didn’t hurt my mood: if only poetry was the thing holding our troubled nation together!
New issue of Crab Orchard Review plus my 2 cents on the MFA ranking debate
So, week 2.5 into my persistent summer-weather-induced head-cold-throat-thing, I haven’t been doing as much creative writing as I’d like, but I finally finished up a book review for the Rumpus that had been hanging over my head, and working steadily on that job application for a local academic job that would be a perfect fit for me (at least I think so.) I sent out some poems and even entered a fiction contest (shhh, don’t tell! Secretly practicing fiction over here. It’s tough stuff.)
I got the wonderful new American South issue of Crab Orchard Review (Summer/Fall 2011, for those of you keeping track.) It’s really a wonderful collection, with three poems in it from my “Robot Scientist’s Daughter” manuscript (Thanks Crab Orchard editors!) and poems from Amanda Auchter, Stacy Lynn Brown and Erika Meitner, among other familiar names.
So, the recent issue of Poets & Writers included creative writing school rankings for MFA and PhD programs. Then, a bunch of professors signed a protest letter saying creative writing programs can’t possibly be quantified and ranked, etc. (The New Yorker has a bit on it here. And Poets & Writers printed a response here.) Then, on the Sunday twitter poetparty, people complained about being judged by having an MFA (people with MFAs are snobs! Or “You’re just an adjunct hack,” one person noted being called) or not having an MFA (one of my good friends being told he is not a “real poet” because he doesn’t have an MFA, etc.) Hrmph. So much ill will and complaining among writers, it doesn’t seem right.
Here is my opinion on the issue: the MFA is expensive for most people, because most people cannot afford to set aside the money or time for a graduate program that doesn’t really lead to increased income potential (the way, say, an MBA or MD might.) Does an MFA make you a “real” writer? There is no Pinocchio effect that I know of. When I signed up for my MA at the University of Cincinnati, I was a few years out of school, working a full-time job, and got a free ride courtesy of their generous grant program at the time. I learned a lot of literary criticism terms (that come in handy when I am reading poetics) and, at times against my will, a lot about formal poetry. I went back to more years of working at various corporations. Then again I started really wanting to move forward with my writing, to get regular experienced feedback. I attended some writing conferences, started going to a local writer’s group, and started reading more literary magazines, books on poetry, books of poetry, etc. This is when I started thinking about the MFA again. My husband and I talked and decided we did not want to move for my degree. I looked at the low-residency options available. At that time – not that long ago, after all – there was little information to be had about how good/bad/indifferent/well-funded different programs were. Not only were there no rankings, any info I had about any of the programs was based on gossip (what little there was) and guess work, because the program’s web sites were not very informative and a lot of programs didn’t respond to e-mailed questions. So, deciding to do the very thing I had been counseled over and over not to do – go into yes, student loan debt to get an MFA – I made my decision on where to go (Pacific University) based on friendliness of e-mail responses and faculty that I liked (and a bit of what is called “geographic attractiveness” – whether or not the place was within driving distance.) I was accepted at several places that I applied to (and I only applied to a couple of places, not knowing back then that you’re supposed to apply, like, ten or fifteen places as a time.) Whew! Lucky I survived the experience! (And, really, you don’t lose going to any program where Dorianne Laux is a teacher. She rocks!)
I think the rankings may not be that important, but surely, it doesn’t hurt prospective MFA students to know a little bit more about each program – whether they offer scholarships, whether the listed faculty actually teach there, etc. I think the rankings don’t do all the footwork – you still have to try to talk to alumni if you can, communicate with faculty if possible, definitely visit at least once – but I guess I don’t understand the vim and vigor of the hatred of rankings, except that creative writing people are all against rankings in general for artistic study? But we all know the best schools for visual art – I mean, visual artists and musicians know which graduate schools are best for their kind of work, typically, and the reputations of the programs do impact where people apply. So, I guess, my stand is: more information is better. And rankings aren’t the devil. These rankings may not be perfect – but who are they hurting? One person’s number one school – like, say, Iowa – is not going to be a good fit for someone else, I think that is obvious. For instance, Iowa wouldn’t have been my number one choice – I didn’t want to move to Iowa, but I had also heard (perhaps unfairly – remember that gossip thing) that Iowa was competitive and unfriendly, and while I don’t mind the usual amount of competition, I was definitely interested in a friendly environment. So, if they were doing rankings customized for me, Iowa would not be #1; but in terms of selectivity and reputation, everyone thinks of Iowa as #1 already. Surely the conversation can expand, get bigger, the rankings could start accounting more for, say, how alumni do in their writing after graduation, whether the big name writers actually spend time with students, what the atmosphere/craft classes/workshops/residencies are like, instead of focusing so much on funding. And Poets & Writers could profile programs in more detail for interested folks, which would surely benefit everyone (why is everyone so tight with information?) But maybe condemning the person trying to start the conversation (ahem, Seth or ahem, Poets & Writers) isn’t the right methodology for getting a better picture of MFA study to the world at large. (and I promise I’m not just saying this because my alma mater happens to be well-ranked.) So instead of criticizing, maybe people could come up with better rankings, better methodologies, maybe programs could be more transparent about costs and funding and scholarship and who teaches when. More help, more opportunities, more open conversations, more offers to collaborate and share, not less, is needed.
Also, there is a bit of class warfare in the background of these discussions, too – someone who can afford to send themselves to, say, an expensive program like Columbia without worrying about the cost – is going to be pleased with their experience at Columbia, and so would say they don’t deserve their lower rating, but someone who can’t afford it needs to know up-front that they probably can’t afford it – and so the rating is useful to someone who needs the funding. For me, the decision to go into student loan debt may have been – well, optimistic (naive?) – but, life is short, and attending was a wonderful experience, and I enjoyed it and think my writing benefited from it. I haven’t gone on a real vacation in ten years, my husband and I split the use of one car, and we don’t have a lot of extra money even when I do get adjunct work – and this quarter, I don’t have a class, so it’s a little tougher financially. The fact is, it’s really tough out there to get creative writing teaching jobs, even adjunct jobs. I tell my students this when they start my classes in the MFA program, as I want them not to be discouraged but to have realistic expectations. Maybe be prepared to make ends meet by doing freelance work, or copyediting, or teaching community groups…
Also, no one “needs” an MFA. (And I say this as someone who really loved getting her MFA and encourage those who have the time, energy, direction – and can realistically take the hit financially.) I think you can do the things that an MFA lets you do – pay focused, directed attention to your writing, learn from writers you respect – outside the MFA system. You can ask a writer you admire if they do private coaching – hey, it’s probably less expensive than school would be. You can buy that “book list” you’ve been putting off, and actually make time to read those twenty books that might change the way you think about writing. You can go to conferences and make friends with other writers, find a local group and workshop. Many fine writers became fine writers outside of the MFA system. And the only thing that makes anyone a “real writer” is writing.
Let’s stop looking for reasons to fight, and start trying to help each other out. It’s a mean cold world out there for writers and would-be writers, after all. Let’s find ways to lift each other up, to share information, to encourage each other to be better.
Celebrating Artists – Beyond Book Covers
So today, I wanted to talk a little bit about some artists I love – and why I think as important as it is for writers to be plugged into a writer’s community, they should also strive to connect to the visual art community. And it’s not just so they have slamming art to use the next time they have a book cover coming up! (Although that is a positive side-effect…)
Tonight, I’m going to the reception for artist Yumiko Kayukawa, whose new show is opening at terrific Seattle gallery Roq La Rue. (She also graciously allowed me to use her piece, “Zen Cracker,” for this web site.) You can see some preview art for the show here. So many people talk about the SAM, the Seattle Art Museum, or maybe they mention the Henry Art Gallery at UW, which hosts some kickin’ literary events as well. Both deserve a visit, but this quirky downtown gallery always has something up on its walls that makes me wish I could afford to buy more art.
And soon, I’ll be reading October 21 at a reception for local painter Deborah Scott, whose fairy tale series “Waiting for Prince Charming” is a combination of subversive pop culture wit and traditional stunning painting techniques. Check out this review of her show here. It starts today as well – click here for more information about viewing her work! You can see why I’d like her work.
I’m hoping to meet up with the cover artist of my first book (Becoming the Villainess) Michaela Eaves, at the opening tonight, and I just wish I could follow Rene Lynch (the cover artist of She Returns to the Floating World) around because her exhibitions are always in fancy places like Germany and NYC.
I think poets have a lot in common with visual artists, whose work necessarily taps into the subconscious, whose images are often drawn from the same sources (history, mythology, pop culture) as ours. Yumiko’s work draws on old eighties record covers, Japanese anime, and ecological concerns; Rene Lynch clearly focuses a lens on fairy tale tropes, as does Deborah. Michaela’s pop-goth-with-a-twist sensibilities might suit, say, a speculative writer. I think we can benefit from hanging out with each other; poets can be inspired to write based on the striking visual input, and artists (maybe, hopefully) can be inspired by our writing. (Well, like I said, we can hope!) I think about Frank O’Hara, who used to write for fancy art magazines as well as book reviews and poetry, who wrote the poem “Why I Am Not a Painter.” I’ve loved this poem since I was a kid, and I swear I’ve actually had the conversation in the poem. “It needed something there.” “There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life. Days go by. It is even in prose, I am a real poet.” So today I encourage you poets to go out this weekend and find some local art and try to talk to a real live artist!
Interview with Annette Spaulding-Convy
This will be the last of my summer interviews, I think, with the very exciting editor and poet Annette Spaulding-Convy…and tomorrow I’ll talk about art!
Annette Spaulding-Convy’s full length collection, In Broken Latin, will be published by the University of Arkansas Press (Fall 2012) as a finalist for the Miller Williams Poetry Prize and her chapbook, In The Convent We Become Clouds, won the 2006 Floating Bridge Press Chapbook Award and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is co-editor of the literary journal, Crab Creek Review, and is co-founder of Two Sylvias Press.
http://www.crabcreekreview.org/
http://www.twosylviaspress.com/
Jeannine: Annette, I know you and Kelli Agodon are working on an e-book anthology of women’s poetry. Can you talk a little about that project? Why e-books? Why now?
Annette: Last year both Kelli and I purchased eReaders (a Nook and an iPad) and immediately noticed that there weren’t many contemporary collections of poetry available on electronic platforms, so we decided to utilize our skills as editors of a print journal and undertake an eBook poetry project. We invited our favorite women poets to submit and we were thrilled with the positive response, even from poets who had previously felt trepidation at the thought of their poems being distributed in an electronic format. This anthology, Fire On Her Tongue, will be available for purchase/download in the late autumn and it will be amazing—featuring over seventy contemporary women poets, ranging in age from thirteen to ninety-one, beginning and established poets, as well as women from a variety of careers and backgrounds.
Another aspect of the anthology that we are excited about is that the entire process from our first call for submissions to the sale and distribution has been “green” with a zero carbon-footprint. One of our goals for the project was for it to be entirely paperless and, so far, we’ve been successful, even having our poets sign electronic contracts.
I’m not sure why many of us feel an initial resistance to electronic reading platforms, perhaps because as writers and readers we love the tactile, visual nature of printed books and we fear they might be endangered by this new technology. I believe both can co-exist peacefully. It is my hope that Fire On Her Tongue will inspire poets to ask their publishers to make their collections available in eBook format in addition to the traditionally printed book. And, for some poets, electronic books are an economical way to self-publish. Lastly, I am excited that the production of this anthology has prompted Kelli and me to start our own independent press, Two Sylvias Press, which will primarily publish books written by women.
JHG: And your book has been selected for publication by University of Arkansas Press, due out in Fall of 2012. Tell us a little about what that book is about and how it came together.
ASC: I received a surprise phone call this past Valentine’s Day morning—Enid Shomer, judge of the Miller Williams Poetry Prize, calling to tell me that my manuscript, In Broken Latin, had been chosen as one of three finalists and would be published in 2012. Just the week before, I had decided that the ten year process of writing this collection and sending it out to contests had cost me enough money, time, and disappointment—the manuscript would be retired to a hidden folder. I guess the writing process is about both perseverance and letting go.
In Broken Latin is inspired by the five years I spent as a Roman Catholic nun in the San Francisco Bay Area. The collection took me nearly eight years to write as I often found it challenging to articulate how I simultaneously loved and disliked my time in the convent, how the contemplative life gave birth to a non-traditional view of divinity, how the line between what is sacred and what is profane is sometimes extremely thin. The poems are critical of the Catholic Church as a patriarchal institution and attempt to show the human, generous, and compassionate lives of the women who have devoted themselves to an ideal in a religious tradition that disregards the feminine (in my opinion). That sounds so heavy and didactic—but, really, there is also nun naughtiness and humor!
I think I began writing these convent poems as a catharsis. I soon had a small collection, which I submitted to the Floating Bridge Press Chapbook Contest here in Seattle. They chose my chapbook, In the Convent We Become Clouds, as the 2006 winner, and this encouraged me to create a full-length book based on my experience. I’m finished writing about nuns for awhile and now I’ve moved on to cowgirls.
JHG: You’re also one of the editors-in-chief of Northwest literary magazine Crab Creek Review. What has that been like? What’s your favorite part of being an editor? Your least favorite?
ASC: I came aboard Crab Creek Review with some editing experience, but not a lot. I learned very quickly that the production of a literary journal takes hours and hours, and is basically, a labor of love. I co-edit CCR with Kelli Russell Agodon and we are part of a strong production team. The two of us are in charge of the journal’s finances, fund raising, PR, website/blog, release readings, proofing, distribution, and giving the final ok to the poems, fiction, and creative non-fiction chosen by the genre editors to appear in a given issue. I think my favorite part of editing (aside from cracking open a new copy of the journal just off the press) is having the opportunity to read through the poems and stories that our wonderful editors (Lana Hechtman Ayers, Jen Betterley, Nancy Canyon, and Star Rockers) have found to be the strongest in the bags and bags of submissions that they read through. There is nothing more exciting than finding a new, unpublished poet or receiving a submission from a huge literary name. The least favorite aspect of editing for me is the behind-the-scenes-housekeeping details that need constant attention and the large subscriber mailing—the local post office clerks grimace when they see me. There are two CCR staff members who help us tremendously with all of our editorial tasks: Carol Levin and Ronda Broatch, CCR’s editorial assistants. Crab Creek Review is a fantastic literary journal—everyone should subscribe!
JHG: What advice would you give a new poet just starting out?
ASC: I would say these things to a poet who is just beginning to write and submit:
- Read as many other contemporary poets as you can. Read collections that are just coming out and find the poets who inspire you and study their work. Also, read literary journals and find out what poetry editors seem to be choosing in terms of style and content. And, pick up a dead poet once in awhile, too: Shakespeare, Dickinson, Eliot, Sexton.
- Write about your experiences and/or the aspects of life that fascinate you. Be free with your poems and write them in any voice you want. Poetry is not non-fiction. You can write a poem with conviction about your aunt’s house burning down, even though you have no aunt and the event didn’t happen.
- Find a writing group made up of people with whom you “click”. A writing group gives you an opportunity to receive valuable critique and teaches you to read with a critical eye so that you can offer insightful feedback. You will be amazed at how much you will grow as a poet by simply being in the company of poets.
- Put your writing first. This is difficult, especially if you are busy, but sometimes it is better for you (and for your world) if you shut yourself away and write a poem rather than do the dishes. Find a writing routine that allows for a slice of quiet time: early morning or after everyone has gone to sleep or escape to a favorite coffee house.
- Submit your work constantly. Begin with local publications and branch outward (there are great lists on the Internet of journals and what styles they publish—Poets & Writers online has a terrific database). Continue to submit even if you only receive rejections. Talk to other poets about their submission experiences and exchange ideas for places to submit. Occasionally send your work to big name journals that seem out of reach—you might be surprised!
- Go to local poetry readings, listen to famous poets read their work (the Internet is a great resource for both audio and video of poets reading), and read your own work aloud to yourself. Write a few lines and read them aloud—your ear will catch a bump that your eye may not.
- Submit your poems to Crab Creek Review. We love emerging poets!
Blazevox Scandal Has Me Thinking About Poetry Sales (and Book Sales in General)
So yesterday this bizarre and frankly fascinating thing happened while I was out blissfully walking around giant cedars and gasping at local waterfalls (Weeks Falls and then Snoqualamie Falls) and generally ignoring all poetry-related business…
A little press called Blazevox sent out some letters telling authors their books had been accepted but they needed to pay a $250 fee for them to be published. Certainly not the first or last time such a thing had happened, but it rubbed some folks the wrong way, then those folks blogged about it, then there was a lot of fighting on Facebook, then Blazevox’s editor (who, among other things, really needs to run spell check on his professional correspondence, if he learned nothing else from the blowup – really, poets are super bitchy about typos) announced on their web site that he was closing down the press.
So, my problem with the whole discussion was how the editor – and lots of other folks – made the assumption from the beginning that they can’t make any money from poetry or poetry books, and that that’s just a given. Hmph. I don’t think it’s a given. If maybe the press researches some marketing techniques, or does a little more PR work, maybe their books will sell better. Most poetry presses do very little in terms of trying to market their books. Those who make even a little effort probably have slightly better sales. Yes, I know Borders just went under – also from bad management decisions – and that e-books outsell paper books – and I know that poetry has never been terribly profitable. But there’s some weird elitist undertones to the conversation, as in, “Those silly masses of people out there will never be capable of liking or understanding poetry, so we need to get our support from the writers,” which really doesn’t make any sense to me. Why do we assume more people can’t or won’t like poetry IF THEY ARE EXPOSED TO IT CORRECTLY. Which means, not by an English teacher who hates poetry already who grudgingly makes students write terrible sonnets and teaches them about some eighteenth century dead guy, but, you know, real contemporary poets who are fun and enjoyable to read and don’t make you want to rip your own eyes from your head. I think Matthea Harvey is awfully fun to read, and would be for any random high school kid or college kid, and Denise Duhamel too. A lot of my friends write poetry that’s fun to read, fun to hear, fun to perform. The question is, why aren’t more poets (and poetry publishers) more ambitious about getting poetry out to more people who aren’t already poets or poetry lovers? A non-poet friend of mine who was a former VP of marketing at a Fortune 500 company asked me, so what do poets do to, you know, get the word out about their work? Well, I answered timidly, we wait til a college asks us to come out and read, and sometimes we read for free at coffee shops and little bookstores. Needless to say, she was not impressed with this plan – it’s not very practical if you want to really reach people who don’t already love poetry. So what should we be doing?
Also, for the record, my two small presses (bless you, Steel Toe Books and Kitsune Books) never asked me for money to publish my books. If you are a beginning poet and you don’t know this, there are publishers out there who will not ask you for money and will still publish your book. Yes, contest fees are a reality – but there are presses that still have no-fee open readings. And the way to help support them? It is to buy their books now before they go under. So, the rallying call is: if you like books and poetry, buy some books! From publishers who support their authors and don’t ask them to incur expenses themselves! Encourage your friends and family to go to some poetry readings, fall in love with poetry, and buy books themselves. I took my seventeen-year-old brother (and his gang of scary-looking-punk friends) to a Louise Gluck reading once, and he still has his signed copy of Meadowlands. You never know what’s going to connect with readers.

Jeannine Hall Gailey served as the second Poet Laureate of Redmond, Washington and the author of Becoming the Villainess, She Returns to the Floating World, Unexplained Fevers, The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, and winner of the Moon City Press Book Prize and SFPA’s Elgin Award, Field Guide to the End of the World. Her latest, Flare, Corona from BOA Editions, was a finalist for the Washington State Book Award. She’s also the author of PR for Poets, a Guidebook to Publicity and Marketing. Her work has been featured on NPR’s The Writer’s Almanac, Verse Daily and The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror. Her poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Poetry, and JAMA.


