Inflate My Problems Away Mr. Bernanke

Just so everyone here knows, I'm a poet connected to the business world. It's a loveless marriage, but the animosity keeps me going.

Anyways, our Fed Chairman is an idiot. Here's why. Btw, you really should bookmark Long or Short Capital. Any site that is long Limes and Camels but short burqas has my utmost confidence.

Oh, and here's a picture of the economy's hero:

I feel warm, fuzzy, and poor every time he acts. If anyone would like to join me in burning an effigy to Ben made of dollar bills, let me know.

-j

Word to Your Mother

Good afternoon ladies and gents.

First off, I need to thank Daya for keeping my wife modest last week despite her intentions otherwise. I’m glad someone is around to keep her from ripping her clothes off.

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Writing is such a funny thing. I get five poems accepted by foam:e for their March 2008 issue. I’m always uber-pleased to have that much work appearing in any one venue. On a side note, the two publications that I had to withdraw poems from (this was a sim sub, as always) were very understanding and one even asked when/where she’d be able to view the poems. So I’ll definitely resubmit.

Then I get rejections from Rattle, jubilat, and Barn Owl Review (nice note from one editor). Sigh, I’m going in circles. Especially with Rattle as I don’t feel like I’m any closer to getting in there. It does help a little that Tim has implied the editor isn’t as open as he would like toward experimental work, but doesn’t every poet hope to be the one who redefines genres while simultaneously redefining them? (Nod to Bender & Beck in Futurama.)

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Pardon me – I don’t mean to be the sad, pity-party poet.

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Rollercoaster Tycoon 3 is eating my soul. But so long as peeps keep eating my overpriced amusement park food, it’s a fine trade off.

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Going to Charleston tonight to pick up some tailored slacks (they don’t make’m in tall sizes) and b-day shop for B. I can’t convince her to post for whatever reason. But she’s got plenty of stories to tell you, from my grandparents giving her some house coats that are straight up phat to Uno drinking her orange juice to her argument with the Dean of the Communication’s Department at OU.

Be good y’all,

-j

Last Days of Weekend Freedom

One of my old haunts, Inside the Writer's Studio, appears to be getting an upgrade and face lift. If I'm to believe everything head taskmaster Rach is saying, it will be a completely private board: invitation only and (ideally) posts won't be Google-able. If so, I may re-associate myself with that motley crew. Since there's no local poetry scene, I'd be happy to participate in a closely-knit poetry group again. Hopefully the reasons I always leave -- familiar faces always depart, a poor level of criticism, etc -- will not be a factor this time around.

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It's been slow with Psalms to No One Poems -- two acceptances and three / four rejections total. I've sent out a load of submissions within the past two months, so hopefully some good news will arrive soon. I'm especially interested in how these poems turn out since they did not receive any sort of critical eye other than my own and B's. In other words, no poetry boards like previously.

Now, this would seem to contradict my desire to rejoin an online poetry community. Not so. It would just give me additional confidence in my writing and in my ability to discern whether or not I should take the criticism offered. Plus, I like having a group of similar-minded friends and a foot inside the "poetry community." Whatever that is.

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Starting Ian McEwan's Atonement tomorrow after finishing a book on options trading. And I also have a book, From Good to Great, to read for work sometime soon. Nothing better than a business book that says absolutely nothing new but claims to by virtue of metaphor. What a waste.

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Every small press that publishes chapbooks seems to be closed for submissions and/or you have to know the editor in order to submit.

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Hopefully I'll have time to blog some at work. It's been really slow as of late despite the market's death convulsions. Well, that's not how I view them, but my boss . . . that's another story.

-j

Happy to See Me?

HEY!

Back to “teh blog”. As The Monarch (Venture Bros) might say, I’m Blogging!

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A warning to all Ranciere readers: I wouldn’t start with The Politics of Aesthetics, which is only a book b/c the translator and Zizek decided to provide sizable portions of the text via their own self-aggrandizing comments. Oh, and a glossary of all things. Go figure. Otherwise, it’s a glorified interview, replete with pomoisms: painful amounts of abstractions, little desire to actually ground statements in the concrete, some of those oh-so-witty philosopher put-downs, etc. TMZ or Perez Hilton should really get a philosophy correspondent, but I digress. I’d probably pick up an earlier volume where Ranciere actually describes what “distribution of the sensible” actually means rather than dropping it randomly throughout the text. I’m sure he said something important in the book, but a) I’m not much into aesthetics and b) I haven’t read anything else by him.

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A journal to which I will no longer submit.

Full disclosure: I was rejected (form letter) by Absent once, so read into that whatever you will. But I've gotten tons of rejections from places that I still greatly respect and submit to regularly.

A portion of their submission guidelines copied-and-pasted directly from their website:

A special note from Simon, grouchy reader of the slushpile: starting with issue three, unsolicited poetry submissions may not require special formatting. In particular, the only formatting I will process are italics (which you may mark in plain text as *italics*) and the meter-continuation indent:

Radiology has revealed
Radiology has revealed there are no fractures in your feet.

There are many reasons for this. My own personal aesthetics have been moving away from the notion that five inches of whitespace is any more or less meaningful than three inches, or fifteen spacebar presses, or twelve carriage returns. I believe more and more that poetry broadly construed is a product of the voice, not the eye.

It is also the case that HTML and CSS deal very, truly poorly with the kind of demands made by complex arrangements. Browser-to-browser treatment of the same code varies wildly once you move beyond the simple. For more on this issue, see John Tranter's remarks on fussy indents. Note that we have functional cross-platform code, affectionally called .whit, to deal with long lines and unlike Jacket are happy to print them.

You are welcome to send hate mail regarding these demands; PDF format preferred. None of these demands applies to solicited work; we will work with you to do the best we can.

This strikes me as lazy / offensive / ignorant on too many levels to fully comprehend at the moment. Initially, my gut reaction was “how can an editor actually reject a poem just because s/he utilizes whitespace, carriage returns, etc in her/his poem?” But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that almost every journal probably does this in some regard. I mean, that’s the whole foundation for the standard rejection that says “thanks for sending these, but they’re not a fit with X Journal.” So while the upfront statement of what the editor finds valueless seems foolish, it’s a standard practice. (Seriously, what’s wrong with poetry looking pleasing to the eye? Isn’t that why most prose poems are justified in their formatting, not left with the ragged right edge? That practice is pretty much standard from my experience.) Or there wouldn’t be the need for so many different journals that cater to different types of poetry.

The problem that continually plagues me is supposedly secondary reason as to why poems that utilize special formatting are rejected: they’re just too darn hard to format! First off, I can probably find twenty or thirty good online journals in an hour that have formatted tremendously difficult poems with top-notch results. So this isn’t an endemic problem in the online poetry journal community. Second, if I were running a poetry journal, I would want to take the necessary steps to ensure that I could publish whatever came my way (let’s limit it to text and standard photos). I would hate to reject a poem from [insert favorite poet here] b/c I wasn’t willing to indent some lines or add a little whitespace here and there.

The special treatment of solicitors didn't really register to me: solicitation is regular part of the po-biz, and it's a rare day indeed when all poets are treated on equal footing. Plus, if I requested work from [name of Mr(s). Universe of Poetry], I'd do everything possible to make their work as snazzy as possible.

I’m sure that I haven’t fully articulated my qualms yet, but basing an acceptance policy on formatting inabilities / inadequacies doesn’t seem like a smart editorial decision. Either reject it because it doesn’t fit your aesthetics or don’t reject it at all.

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Some publications of mine over the summer:

Saint Elizabeth’s Street: 4 poems

elimae: [For you, melanoma is not an option.]

Forthcoming in Prick of the Spindle: [White-gowned seraph, is Paradise rough those double doors,] (I’ll try to remember to link this when it goes live.)

The last two publications feature newly minted poems from Psalms to No One, which is complete with 50 total poems. It needs a good home alongside In Order, A Broken Prayer, which is the remnant of Palsy Aria—I guess P.A. into a chapbook composed mainly of dream sequence poems b/c the collection seems to work better. Palsy Aria, the poem itself, was remade in Psalms to No One.

In a side note, all but about 2 poems were composed w/o the help of online poetry boards. One was posted for a general reaction and another to help w/ a translation issue. We’ll see how this goes. For someone with no formal training in poetry, it’s a big step.

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Welcome back to sobriety and sense, Daya!

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Hmm, I think that’s about it. I’ll try to be regular, but I need to rely on you, the readers, to keep me honest. I can’t speak for B. She’s her own woman.

-j