Sorry I haven’t posted – I got hit with one of those May (!?!) bugs, sore throat and head cold and the whole shebang, been walking around like a zombie all week. But now I’m off to the Skagit River Poetry Festival, packing my vitamin C and elderberry and teas and antibiotics. Hopefully the sunshine and poetry will work their crazy magic and make me all better!
So, besides a poem in the 2008 Rhino (“The Note the Fox-Wife Leaves Him,”) I realized from the contributor copy that arrived today I’m also in the latest Rattle, (“Advice Before My Wedding”) along with a bunch of good poems and interviews from Marvin Bell and Bob Hicok. Good times. A Rhino review (and perhaps some news from the fest) when I get back.
For today, a road trip to La Connor to see some poetry and catch back up with friends.
Dang! And Happy Mother’s Day to you Mothers!
**Update: I think both my contact form and book order form work again now. Try sending me a message for fun!
Thanks to this blog, I found out my webbish6 contact form is totally broken. Urgh! I hate it when my web site breaks (especially some of the creakier old code.) The code that my web site provider requires for a form mail has changed (without notice – thanks guys!) Plus I think my hotmail account is blocking my form mail. So I have to recode it to make it work, then redirect to my newish gmail account instead. I find gmail’s mail threads extremely hard to follow, so I’ve resisted gmail for a long time, but hotmail has given me a lot of headaches this year.
So, if you have used my contact form in the recent past, and not received a response, it’s not because I hate you – it’s because I never received your mail. I’m very, very sorry. I’ll try to get my contact form code back up and running soon.
In other news, I was browsing around at Open Books (best poetry bookstore ever, in Seattle) today and someone came in looking for my book. The minute she said “Becoming the Villainess” I was all “brrrt?” What are the odds? Hi-larious. So glad I stopped in! Plus I picked up that new women-in-poetry mentoring book. And another copy of Daisy Fried’s My Brother is Getting Arrested Again (to replace the one that disappeared from my book shelves after I lent it out.) I love love love that title. In the book, the title poem is (which I think is a persona poem) is about the speaker’s brother getting arrested for some kind of righteous protesting. It would have been more fun if he had been knocking over a liquor store or something. Also, that’s what young men in the neighborhood I grew up in were more likely to be arrested for. I mean, it’s still a good poem, but, you know…
Coming soon: a review of the new Rhino 2008, since I just got my contributor copy in the mail.
Had a fantastic time today for my reading-Q&A-teaching guest thing with poet Jared Leising’s creative writing poetry class today at Cascadia Community College. The entire 25-something person class enthusiastically participated in class (and even returned to class after a freak fire alarm in the middle of the “exercise” section of the class, which, I have to admit, as an undergrad I might not have done.) These students asked intelligent questions that indicated they’d actually read my book – in advance. Knock me over with a feather. Then a bunch of the students bought books. (!!) And, apparently, if all poetry readers were like this class, books of poetry about comic books and Miyazaki would fly off the shelves. One girl even brought up Selkie wives! I mean, who knows about Selkies? Cool, right? And there was a Mary Biddinger doppleganger in the class. Anyway, it was a great experience, definitely worth the two-hour trip each way. If I could go do that every day, feeling like I was actually helping and encouraging people, I would be a happy girl.
Funny aside: one student asked if I had any advice for aspiring writers. When I told her the old “read” advice, she said, “I mean the good, special, real advice.” Ha!
Poets Earning a Living?
So, an interesting article by Eavan Boland, and brought up in a Harriet post by Don Share, about the idea of the “poet at work.” Here’s the quote that Don posts (though the whole article is pretty interesting:)
“Whether we like it or not, the contemporary poet is increasingly skill-based. Or expected to be. He or she can — or should — lecture, lead a workshop, run an introductory class, teach composition, write a review, give a conference paper. In pursuit of all this, they are also expected to travel neatly, punctually, and soberly…. I want to be clear here. These are not negligible skills for the poet in the world. I certainly wanted to acquire them when I was young. All of them seemed to me a way of talking about or living with poetry. They still do. And I still believe many if not most poets engage them for exactly that reason.Nevertheless, I’m nagged at by the thought that many of the poets I admired when I was young were not skill-based. The opposite in fact. To think of Patrick Kavanagh or Charlotte Mew leading workshops or flying to a strange city to give a reading is to stumble straight into anomaly.And yet skills are an integral part of the poet’s world — and prospects — today…”
I think of the poets I know who are successful in the world of academia. They all dazzle with that set of skills Boland speaks of – socially gracious, doggedly grading papers and guiding students, devotedly travelling from reading venue to venue, without ever seeming to blink or wrinkle a skirt (or perhaps they do wrinkle, but I didn’t notice.) Those same people would probably be highly promotable in a corporation – perhaps as communications managers, in PR, or marketing. The kind of person that shines at AWP would be the same person who shines at any kind of business conference, but with more English degrees. I don’t know that those skills have anything to do with the ability to write great poetry; in fact, they probably don’t. But they surely don’t exclude people from writing great poetry; I’ve heard great poetry from both personable efficient type A’s and drug-addicted, misanthropic loners, from warm huggable folks and people you would hate to be stuck at a table with. But those skills are a bonus, even a necessity, for an academic job-hunter.
Of course, academia is not the only place a poet can earn a living – look at Charles Jensen, working for the non-profit out in Arizona, or Peter Pereira, serving the community as a doctor. Diane Wakoski claims that before she entered academia, she earned a living by sending out letters to venues that might pay her to read her work, and she travelled two days out of every three for years. She must have been tough, healthy, and a heck of a reader.
As I think about the big “what to do next” question, I wonder how to put my particular set of skills, likes and dislikes, abilities, and degrees to work. I know working 90 hours a week as a manager at a Microsoft or AT&T again would probably make writing poetry impossible. But how about working 40 as a technical editor, or copywriter? I’m going over to Cascadia Community College this week to give a little reading and teach a class as a guest. I like doing this kind of thing, just like the youth arts teaching stuff. I like teaching, I think I might even be good at it. I have good people skills, and I’m pretty enthusiastic about the subject matter. But even the process of applying for teaching jobs at universities is daunting to me, though – so much bureaucracy. If you don’t like bureaucracy, should you enter academia?
Of course, it’s too late for me to be born into money…and I missed out on late nineties stock speculation – Maybe I could acquire a friendly sponsor?
So again, I come to the question of: how do you earn a living as a poet? Is it possible? Is it even something we should try to do? Should we instead starve nobly in attics? There is very little “write poetry for money” kind of work out there. Grants and prizes make, perhaps, an extended writing vacation at a residency possible, take the worry out of postage and contest fees, but even the big ones (like the NEA) wouldn’t give you enough funds to survive a year in most cities of size.
So, our work as a poet becomes: anything that makes money, besides writing poetry. Possibilities: Teaching. Writing journalistic articles for magazines, sites and newsletters. Writing and editing technical or marketing material for a corporation or consulting group. Building web sites, or engines, or any job that lets you have enough time to write. I know writers who wait tables, and serve coffee, so that they can keep their brains free for writing. Which is the best option for you, dear poet? Which is the best option for me?

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.


