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The
Journal of Paolo Honorificas Compiled by J. Scott Malby
There
must be a glitch in Maelstorm's automatic rejection system. I just
got five pleasant rejection notices at one time. I love the "Please
submit again soon." I wonder if people believe it. My favorite of
all time was from The American Muse. Submissions are a form of junk
mail. Popular poetry "ezines" must get conservatively well over a
thousand submissions a month. Probably from three to five times that
many. Not bad when you think they're lucky to get over a few thousand
readers a month. So, who are all these poetry "ezines" for? It's not
for the people who write for them. You got it! It's for the vanity
of the originators and all those who are trying to get the gullible
editors to showcase their work. There are graduated levels to the
term "vanity press.” The really interesting work is being showcased
in out-of-the-way electronic journals. Even there, a definite love
affair for the adjective has made many of the offerings almost unreadable.
If the medium is the message then "self-indulgence" is the operative
term of the day.
What am I saying? God, I hate to make sense. Don't think for a moment
I know what I'm talking about. If you know what you're going to say...why
bother writing it down? Nonsense is my forte. The value of the word
itself has come under fire. It is only by extending word combinations
to their breaking point that an honest attempt at signification is
made. A definition of "post-modern" has within it a special place
devoted to the term "absurd", a restroom if you will, where everything
is thrown up against a wall wet with crusty patina. Nothing is more
comforting, welcoming, relaxing and as refreshing as a spotless, unoccupied
urinal when you need it! The problem is that after the first few seconds
boredom sets in.
The usual "ezine" is a urinal or rest room for the mind. The more
successful they are, the dirtier they seem to become. It's a question
of overuse. In this scenario the editor can be considered a custodian
responsible for cleaning out the stalls on a regular basis. Unfortunately,
people get used to what they collect. The flotsam gathers. It begins
to stink. The real pornography in language is the unconscious gravitation
toward a preordained point of view or pattern of sound that argues
it is the only relevant gurgle or burp in existence. At creative writing
schools they ought to teach the ability to smell the product. If it
all smells the same the editors need to go back to toilet training
school. Editor: remember to shake your rag a little before putting
it to bed. Art and conservatism are a fatal combination. Can you imagine
just one world of words built on the prototype of the New Yorker or
the Atlantic? Magazines and on-line "ezines" that pretend to be like
them are the next to final resting place for almost dead people.
I don't mind embarrassment. I have lots of things to cringe about.
Way down that list is my poetry. It's obvious my best work was influenced
by the bathroom stalls in grade school. I can't read a published poem
of mine without wanting to edit it. The problem is I was educated
in American schools. The primary technique there is to evaluate unsuspecting
poems resting unaware in an already published format. My critical
faculties are addicted to sneaking up on a piece and evaluating it
as a complete and finished entity.
The nerve of some editors. They're looking at my work as a finished
product. The question is how to explain to them they're part of the
creative process? I can't very well say: "Hey, do me a favor. Please
publish this piece of offal so I can work on it some more." Can I?
I've never tried that approach. Maybe you should and let me know how
it works. The best advice I can give is to develop a sustained relationship
with a small, quality "ezine" with a sense of perspective. Let it
and you grow bigger and better with time. An even better piece of
advice would be to publish your own masterpiece of an "ezine". I did
that once but it turned out to be everybody else's. The problem had
to do with all my split personalities.
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