[The Poets Walk on University Ave in front of the Memorial Art Gallery from Emotions recollected in tranquility on University Ave]
During what I called my Summer of Love Picaresque, I decided to become a poet. I wrote my first poem since 1990 and somehow got it published. “A Period of Mutually Agreed Upon Reflection” Then another, also published Two on a Rickety Bicycle
I wrote a poem on the Poets Walk Emotions recollected in tranquilty on University Ave and orchestrated an impromptu poetry slam at Lux Lounge, including two more by myself, one liberally adapted from Vladimir Nabokov. On the Road. Destination Little Bohemia in the South Wedge I got my first rejection email (and even a phone call!) from the Brown Alumni Magazine, promptly resubmitted to a Brown/RISD student-based publication, The Round. I am vainly (in both senses of the word) waiting to hear back from The New Yorker on “The New Yorker is publishing my poem!”
All that said, Talker of the Town will only thrive with your contributions. So I am inaugurating a Poets Page, and am asking for submissions of any kind (ones about Rochester slightly more preferable).
In the beginning, I am hoping to revive the “occasional poem” tradition Occasional poetry, and would much like to start with one about Talker of the Town itself. In any style or tone, satiric or lyric, of course.
SUBMIT OR FIND ANOTHER BLOG! (Messages can be sent at the lower right of the home page or to [email protected])
A funny story about those publications. At one point, James Longenbach of the University of Rochester encouraged me to submit to magazines I read. I found myself at the Winton Road Library Branch at the “free shelf.” I took The New Criterion, a very well known journal, and submitted one.
A while later to my surprise, I received an acceptance email! But something was amiss. The email came from India. By mistake, I had submitted not to The New Criterion but to The Criterion: An International Journal in English, an India-based ejournal I had never heard of. At first, I thought it was a scam. Pay for poetry. But actually, The Criterion is, I guess, a moderately respectable academic journal. As I have now made three successes (fantasizing that an entire subcontinent is reading my work), my waggish friend refers to The Criterion as The No Criterion.
UPDATE: Less than ten hours after I wrote this post, I received this from The New Yorker:
Thank you for submitting your poetry to The New Yorker. We regret that we are unable to carry your work in the magazine, but we are grateful for the opportunity to read and consider it.
Paul Muldoon, Poetry Editor
Elisabeth Denison, Poetry Coordinator
Too bad New Yorker because The Criterion already published the one you are now rejecting!
Still, this dispiriting turn of events only sharpens the need for your submissions.
All in one day. Now I really need your submissions.
Thank you so much for submitting to The Round. We received an incredibly high volume of submissions this semester and, while we enjoyed reading and discussing your work, we have decided not to include it in the upcoming issue of our magazine. That being said, we do hope you will submit work to us in the future, and we look forward to hearing from you again.