A while back I made the announcement to some of you by way of this blog that I was recently diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. Well the DSM-5 has reclassified the definitions of how to label autism, and as such, I am at Level 1, which means highly functioning. Not that has anything to do with what I am talking about other than to give you a little background and insight. What I am really talking about today is how I interpret the poetry world. The confession, you ask? I will get to that pretty quick, but first and foremost I think it's a catchy title. It's one of the things I focus on and have long fixated upon during my 25+ years of writing poems---both horrid and somewhat acceptable. Besides, I said this was not a confession, so you will just have to keep reading if you want to see if I was lying.
A few days ago I found out I was not going to be receiving a fellowship from the Nevada Arts Council for poetry in the upcoming FY2015. I received an honorable mention back in 2008, which was pretty awesome, and I recently received a Jackpot Grant for assistance in publishing my third full length collection through BlazeVOX, Sailing This Nameless Ship. As the story often goes, I felt a little bit of a sting seeing other people's names listed as the upcoming Arts Fellows for Nevada. I think I am a pretty decent poet, and I have a considerable amount of pride knowing I send in poetry written for the most part within the year leading up to my submission. We can submit work up to four years old if we like in Nevada, but I try to keep my work as current as possible as I think it keeps me honest. I take some comfort in my wife telling me I just don't write what's in fashion, but the truth is my work just isn't good enough. I personally believe it's a combination. My work isn't good enough, but I also do not write what is fashionable.
As someone with Asperger's Syndrome (AS), I fixate on my subject matter. I'm not as bad as William Heyen, but I tend to write about very specific things and once I have a book project I cannot deviate from that topic. Yeah, so what's different, Justin? This is what's different: I cannot write anything new or feel good about myself as a writer until I have closure with my current project and there is no way for me to know what will bring me that closure because it has been something entirely different for every manuscript I have ever written. More? I lose interest in every project when I am 90% finished. So, for any project I create, I become obsessed with it until I am 90% finished, but I cannot move on until I finish it. For anyone familiar with AS or Autism in general, you know that with the AS individual it's hot or cold. There is no warm. It's almost manic. What is good is really good, and what sucks really sucks. I am reminded of being on Amitriptyline when I was being initially treated for my headaches which is a part of my Desert Storm Syndrome. It is a mood altering medication, and I was a real SOB. In hindsight I now know that drug did a number on my AS and alienated almost everyone in my life. So what happens? I get stuck in some kind of limbo, unable to abandon a project, and almost unwilling to complete it.
Add to that, the following I mentioned in the post where I announced my diagnosis:
One of the things I thought was wrong with me and my poetry was not being able to write with what I perceived to be the 'linguistic depth' as other poets. Now, I realize that one of the common disorders which accompanies Asperger's is something called Alexithymia. It's the sub-clinical inability to 'identify and describe emotions in the self,' or, at least that's what Wikipedia tells me. Well, I have it in spades. When I took the profile questionnaire my numbers weren't off the chart, but they were quite high. Imagine my astonishment that one of the special interests I had developed (poetry) as people with AS are prone to do, is hampered by an inability to do what said special interests requires. Simply put, I am a poet who cannot identify or describe his emotions.
The result is I have a difficult time writing poems people like more than one or two at a time. I will (actually I have written) write an entire manuscript of ars poetica poems and I have a great deal of success playing the individual poems, but taken all together, it was a very hard sell. Now imagine what happened when I became fixated on 19th Century Agrarian Mormon History as what I wanted to write about? The poems I wrote for Sailing This Nameless Ship were written in a three month period. I had a great deal of success getting about 40% of the poems accepted for publication. Then . . . nothing. I mean nothing. Everything stopped. I couldn't have had anyone take another poem from that collection of poems if I promised to pay for their kid's college tuition.
And that's what the last two years have been like. I have written poems and I have submitted, but I have not had a single taker. Not a single "close, but maybe some other time." I received one "we respect you" rejection which was nice, but really it was the same thing I have experienced over and over again. People just don't like what I am writing right now, and my ability to write the poems the way they deserve to be written is possibly at fault, too. So when I made the decision to stop submitting my poems it really was based in my acknowledgement of not doing what a poet should be doing---making my thoughts and feelings accessible to the reading audience. I received one message from someone who told me it was/is sour grapes. I will admit I have sour grapes, but not over being rejected. I know and accept if my poems aren't good enough, that's how it goes.
No. My sour grapes is a result of my AS. Part of my brain is convinced all of you are part of some cabal of poets of which I can never be a part of because I have never received an MFA or PhD, and I do not teach college writing like so many of you do. I look at all of you and I see you talking to each other in some strange dialect and giving each other secret handshakes. I have a similar perception of home-ownership, so I know how irrational my feelings are. I have published more than a hundred poems in dozens of journals; I have had four chapbooks published; three full length collections published; I have blurbed books and have been trusted by quite a few of you to read your manuscripts and offer my thoughts. Yet I still feel like I am not one of you. I feel like the slow kid because I do not have the depth of language you do, and I do not have the credentials most of you have. I got tired of faking it until I make it because it just never seemed to gel for me. But now I know part of the reason why. My AS tells me you all know something I don't, but that's not really true. It's why I am such a pain in the ass so much of the time, and it's why I can go on at length about things long after you have stopped caring.
So here's this: A Confession.
I am never going to be able to fully accept my role, value, or authenticity as a poet. I am not okay with that all of the time, and it may come out in strange ways---sometimes frustration, and sometimes by way of jealousy. Please bear with me.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Why I've decided to suspend the poet behavior of submitting my poems
Yes, the title to this post is entirely accurate. I have decided to forego the process of submitting my poems for the time being. Not that a lot of you will care why I am doing this, but I want to spell it out as much for myself as for anyone else who might have the urge to ask why they don't see any writer news from me in this department.
1. It has been more than two years since I have had anything accepted for publication.
Basically I have been either writing the wrong stuff or I have been writing the right stuff nobody is interested in reading. I would like to think I am writing the right stuff but editors have been of the mind their readers do not want to read what I am writing. I am sure it's a little bit of both. I am certain some of my poems were not ready for publication and some were just not to the liking of the editors who have seen my work in the past two (plus) years. I'm okay with any eventuality in this category. I am still writing and I am still editing my poems, and lest there be any confusion, I have never had any belief the submitting process is connected to the writing process, except to say if you aren't writing, you probably don't have much to submit.
2. I am not liking a lot of the poetry I am reading in journals lately.
While I am tempted to say this is an explanation as to why my work is not being accepted, I am going to avoid that pitfall. Instead I am going to acknowledge a splitting of aesthetics---those of myself and those of everybody else. If I am not enjoying the poetry I m reading in a lot of the venues I peruse in my wanderings over he internet and a few of the printed journals to which I subscribe, then I have no business wasting the time of those who edit said journals and enjoy reading them. It would be disingenuous of me to say to any of these publications, I am right and you are wrong, and further, this is how it is supposed to be done by submitting my own poems for consideration.
3. I do not want to write in the hopes of impressing the wrong people.
While every writer has an immutable list of people he/she wants to impress and would do almost anything to hear a snippet of praise from, very few of those people are poetry editors I know. Oh, I would love to be accepted to some poetry journals, but I do not write for any of the editors of those journals and I do not want my writing to start don that path. By stopping the submission process, I am trying to, in my own way, ensure I will not be changing what little of my poetry is authentically mine for something which might garner favor from these editors---especially the ones I admire. Precious little of anything I have to say is original, and I want to keep it that way.
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Later, in the Fall, I will have five or so poems coming out in weber---The Contemporary West, and those poems were accepted back in early 2012. Those poems were from my book, Hobble Creek Almanac, which came out in 2013. They are the last poems of mine which will be out for a considerable amount of time. I am also working on a manuscript of landscape meditations, which may or may not ever get published. The poems I m writing now are short, weird, and terse. I have no explanation for why they are such, but that's what they are. I have taken to reading a lot of well established poets I admire and a few new books, but I have restricted my purchases, and will be buying fewer books than I normally would for quite a while.
1. It has been more than two years since I have had anything accepted for publication.
Basically I have been either writing the wrong stuff or I have been writing the right stuff nobody is interested in reading. I would like to think I am writing the right stuff but editors have been of the mind their readers do not want to read what I am writing. I am sure it's a little bit of both. I am certain some of my poems were not ready for publication and some were just not to the liking of the editors who have seen my work in the past two (plus) years. I'm okay with any eventuality in this category. I am still writing and I am still editing my poems, and lest there be any confusion, I have never had any belief the submitting process is connected to the writing process, except to say if you aren't writing, you probably don't have much to submit.
2. I am not liking a lot of the poetry I am reading in journals lately.
While I am tempted to say this is an explanation as to why my work is not being accepted, I am going to avoid that pitfall. Instead I am going to acknowledge a splitting of aesthetics---those of myself and those of everybody else. If I am not enjoying the poetry I m reading in a lot of the venues I peruse in my wanderings over he internet and a few of the printed journals to which I subscribe, then I have no business wasting the time of those who edit said journals and enjoy reading them. It would be disingenuous of me to say to any of these publications, I am right and you are wrong, and further, this is how it is supposed to be done by submitting my own poems for consideration.
3. I do not want to write in the hopes of impressing the wrong people.
While every writer has an immutable list of people he/she wants to impress and would do almost anything to hear a snippet of praise from, very few of those people are poetry editors I know. Oh, I would love to be accepted to some poetry journals, but I do not write for any of the editors of those journals and I do not want my writing to start don that path. By stopping the submission process, I am trying to, in my own way, ensure I will not be changing what little of my poetry is authentically mine for something which might garner favor from these editors---especially the ones I admire. Precious little of anything I have to say is original, and I want to keep it that way.
* * *
Later, in the Fall, I will have five or so poems coming out in weber---The Contemporary West, and those poems were accepted back in early 2012. Those poems were from my book, Hobble Creek Almanac, which came out in 2013. They are the last poems of mine which will be out for a considerable amount of time. I am also working on a manuscript of landscape meditations, which may or may not ever get published. The poems I m writing now are short, weird, and terse. I have no explanation for why they are such, but that's what they are. I have taken to reading a lot of well established poets I admire and a few new books, but I have restricted my purchases, and will be buying fewer books than I normally would for quite a while.
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