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In this blog I'll post updates about my poetry along with occasional thoughts about the world of contemporary poetry.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
New Poem Out
New poem out in Molly
Bloom. This one is an avant cousin of the poem in Long Poem Magazine (see post below), but it does its similar doings in different ways. And though it's a
little long,
it’s not nearly so long as the Long Poem Mag poem. Thanks again to Molly
Bloom editor Aidan Semmens for his receptive interest and for his adventurous
mag.
Monday, March 9, 2015
Molly Bloom
Thrilled to have a poem coming out in the next issue of the exciting and still fairly new poetry magazine Molly Bloom. (Now that's a great name for a poetry magazine, and especially for one with this magazine's avant taste in poems.) Many thanks to the editor, Aidan Semmens, an extremely interesting and provocative poet (check him out here), for taking an interest in my work.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
New long poem in Long Poem Magazine
The monster (meaning long) poem, called "O Josephus: Seventeen Theses on the Philosophy of Intuition," is now out in Long Poem Magazine 11, Spring 2014, 25-36. My copy arrived from
London today, twelve days after friends got their copies. Maybe the post office wanted to read the magazine before delivering it. Regardless, I'm thrilled to see this poem in a great magazine among great company.
Alas, the poem's formatting seems to have mystified the typographer, even though I corrected proof, and so the layout came out wrong. Readers can probably still follow the poem, but it is probably best, and much easier, to read the poem with the right layout. So go HERE for a pdf copy with the right layout.
London today, twelve days after friends got their copies. Maybe the post office wanted to read the magazine before delivering it. Regardless, I'm thrilled to see this poem in a great magazine among great company.
Alas, the poem's formatting seems to have mystified the typographer, even though I corrected proof, and so the layout came out wrong. Readers can probably still follow the poem, but it is probably best, and much easier, to read the poem with the right layout. So go HERE for a pdf copy with the right layout.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Monster of a new poem
Good news: an acceptance today from Long Poem Magazine.
The poem lives up to the magazine’s title. I worked on this long poem for a
long time. I am grateful for the editors’ generosity of imagination in
considering such a long and avant-quirky poem.
I haven’t had new published poems to announce lately, because I was working on such a long poem, and because I’m working on more long poems (though they might end up shorter), and because I had a lot of things accepted so that I didn’t have as much to send out, and yes, because other commitments kept me from writing or finishing poems or submitting them to journals as much as I wanted to. That may be changing now. Stay tuned.
This new poem is a monster. It’s due out in May. If you haven’t seen Long Poem Magazine, check it out. Try buying a copy. They don’t put much online, but it’s worth buying, and they make it easy to buy online. Most journals can’t support long poems, but long poems deserve our support. And so does a magazine dedicated to long poems.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Leveler
I liked Leveler even before they had the kindness to publish one of my poems and to accompany it with such an astute reading. Of course, I submitted to Leveler because I liked it. Now the
Poetry Society of America has given Leveler
a little much-deserved web publicity. Let’s hope that leads to even more
readers. Check it out.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
The Decline of American Poetry?
So now we have a new eruption of an old ruckus. Is the
present only a degraded version of the past? In this latest outburst, the
present = contemporary poetry, and the past = pre-contemporary poetry, yet
again. Ah, the Golden Age has galloped over the horizon once more, or so Mark
Edmundson proclaims, in an article only partly available online. Other poets
and readers have started to respond to Edmundson, and of the responses that
I’ve seen, two stand out. Julia Cohen offers a wonderfully rigorous, passionate,
point-by-point blog-post rebuttal that almost (almost) makes you pity Edmundson
for sitting himself down like the proverbial ducks in a shooting
gallery, and Seth Abramson responds exuberantly in the Huffington Post. Edmundson seems not to consider the possibility that some
readers might find the lines he quotes from Robert Lowell cliché and
self-important, just as he seems not to consider the possible suggestiveness of
the poems he decries, poems that he misrepresents as too understated or too merely
Wordsworthian. Meanwhile, I give Cohen
credit for taking down all those ducks and Abramson credit for what
amounts to an exuberant manifesto for contemporary poetic enthusiasm.
For a rejoinder to Edmundson, I return to the statement on my website: “I like the dogmatism that theorizes a style. I do not like the dogmatism that scorns the potential pleasure, however rejected, of another style.” The styles and poems that Edmundson rejects can serve the purposes he calls us to as well as they serve the supposedly smaller purposes that he fears they limit themselves to. For all the reasons that Cohen lays out, I’ll go with Abramson’s exuberance instead of Edmundson’s sad-faced jeremiad of Bloomian decline.
For a rejoinder to Edmundson, I return to the statement on my website: “I like the dogmatism that theorizes a style. I do not like the dogmatism that scorns the potential pleasure, however rejected, of another style.” The styles and poems that Edmundson rejects can serve the purposes he calls us to as well as they serve the supposedly smaller purposes that he fears they limit themselves to. For all the reasons that Cohen lays out, I’ll go with Abramson’s exuberance instead of Edmundson’s sad-faced jeremiad of Bloomian decline.
Monday, January 21, 2013
The Death of the Journal
Not the death of journals in general—far from it—but the death of the journal > kill author. By riffing
outrageously off Roland Barthes’s notorious essay in provocation, “The Death of
the Author,” > kill author seems
to have doomed itself from the get-go. Now that it is dead, I am sad to see it
gone, sad to see another journal go down, and sad to see a good journal go down,
but you can hardly blame the editor for not wanting to keep at it. Journals
are hard work. In any case, > kill
author may be dead but it is yet unburied and still unkilled, still available
here.
Monday, September 10, 2012
New Poem in LEVELER
My new poem is out in
LEVELER. Along with the simple,
elegant visual design, the editors of LEVELER
go to the length of providing a reading of each poem (see the link on the right called "how this poem works"), and they do a great job
with mine. Check it out!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Good News
Just got word that a new poem will come out in LEVELER. The editors of LEVELER have managed the difficult task of
coming up with a distinctive concept for a poetry journal, and they’ve also managed to
shape their concept into a simple, elegant design. I’m grateful for their
receptiveness to a new poet.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Abjective and Marginalia, May They Rest in Peace
So sorry to see that two journals I really like have bitten
the dust. Abjective and Marginalia were nothing alike except that
both were independent-minded, fun, and courted risk. Marginalia was a print journal, Abjective
an online journal. Marginalia
published work that made sense, and Abjective
published quirky work that made no sense: two different aesthetics. Thanks to
the editors for their years of work and imagination. (And in my case, thanks for
their receptiveness to a new writer.)
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Poetry stamps
The U. S. Postal Service has new poetry stamps! Yes, some of
us might gripe that we’d want this or that poet instead of that one or this
one, and I myself might gripe, against an American grain, that I’d rather
spotlight the poetry, or spotlight something about the poetry, than the poets. But that’s not the way it goes, and it’s still great to get what we got.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
What's in a line? That which we call a line
By any other view might look less sweet.
For example, if you're reading this post on a phone or some other small screen, then you might not see the line break that falls between "call a line" and "By any other," and you might see other line breaks that aren't supposed to be there. That's a bigger mess when the poem gets longer than two lines, as in electronic books of poetry. Publishers Weekly has an excellent article by Craig Morgan Teicher about the difficulty of showing poetic lines in electronic books.
By any other view might look less sweet.
For example, if you're reading this post on a phone or some other small screen, then you might not see the line break that falls between "call a line" and "By any other," and you might see other line breaks that aren't supposed to be there. That's a bigger mess when the poem gets longer than two lines, as in electronic books of poetry. Publishers Weekly has an excellent article by Craig Morgan Teicher about the difficulty of showing poetic lines in electronic books.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
AWP—Installment the Third, and the Last: Journal Design
A
journal doesn’t need to be beautiful, though if it is, that’s cool. It just
needs to look interesting, to look as if someone cared. Anything beyond that is
cool too, but more than the minimum journal requirement. As I went from table
to table at AWP, two kinds of ugly journals stood out. When the bright white
paper is so overly white and bright that it shines like an interrogation lamp,
then it’s a loser in my eyes (or blog). A journal also falls apart, in my eyes
(or book or blog), if it looks like an ordinary computer printout. You can do
any kind of design with a Mac, or so I suppose, and I love Macs, but the hard
work of writing and editing can go for naught when a journal looks as if were
made by an unadventurous amateur on a Mac—in 1995.
That’s
not to say things have to get fancy and pricey. Imaginative designers sometimes
do just as well on a small (or smallish) budget as on a big budget, and
sometimes they do better, since big budgets can lead to overproduction.
Apart
from the way bright white paper and the unwittingly vintage Mac dullness,
things looked eclectic, and some of the journals were gorgeous or epi-cool.
They ranged from handmade to glossy, but usually they came in at dozens of
quirky or tastefully understated places between those extremes. I also got a
kick out of the t-shirts emblazoned with expressions like “Forthcoming” or
“Pushcart Nominee.” I got a kick out of talking with editors and running into
friends. But I didn’t wear my nametag. I don’t like trying (or seeming to try)
to push myself on editors. I’d rather let the work make its own path (or cul de
sac). I’m not sure I got a kick out of the poetry readings on little video
screens in the Hilton elevators, but I got a kick out of watching people in the
elevators listen to them or mock them or try to ignore them. Some of the
elevators gave people a scare by wobbling. Maybe some of
these things will end up in a story or a novel (or a blog).
Many
editors or their assistants worked hard to drum up interest or conversation.
I had fun with the banter. But at one journal I like very much, the lone person
behind the table buried their head in a book. Even when I stopped at the
table, they didn’t look up. I was so stunned that I couldn’t bring myself to
interrupt their reading and say hello. Maybe they were just filling in while
the actual editor headed to the washroom or a panel or ate lunch. That would
explain it.
Here’s
an idea. I’ll dig up the editor’s name online and Google image them to see
if it was the person behind the table, and surely it won’t be. Here goes:
Suspense.
Did
it. And it really was the editor of the journal. Maybe they were under the
Chicago weather. Why travel a long way at great expense and set up a beautiful
table (and it was a beautiful table) to show your wonderful journal and then
work so hard to avoid all contact with people? I’m not trying to be flip: I
really wonder what this person was thinking and bet that it would be
interesting to hear this person’s off-the-track perspective. I should have
asked if it was a good book.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
AWP, Installment the Second: The Exhibits
When
we parted ways at the end of our previous installment of the AWP saga, dear
reader, we were, as you may recall, about to blog about the AWP book and
journal exhibits.
No
room at the Chicago Hilton was big enough for the several solar systems of
exhibits, so you had to move from giant room to giant room through a warren of
stairways and halls that kept me wondering whether I’d really found all the
rooms. One enormous room of exhibits looks pretty much like another enormous
room of exhibits, and one row of exhibits looks pretty much like another row
(until you look at the individual tables, of course), so you find yourself
accidentally circling back to places you’ve already circled through. But I just
flew with the flow, going up and down every row and letting myself wander this
way and that way until I felt pretty certain I had joined the crazy few who
actually saw the whole thing.
I
loved the exhibits. I focused on looking at journals. Usually, I passed quietly
by journals I already know well, even when I subscribe to them. I was looking
for journals I didn’t know at all or didn’t know well. It amazes me that people
still keep inventing new paper journals. When editors asked “How you doing?”
and I said I was having a great time, some of them expressed surprise. I guess some
people felt overwhelmed and answered the question with moaning and whining. Maybe
the moaners worry about what they see as competition from such a horde of other
writers, or maybe they can’t handle crowds, writers or not, but I found the
crowds exhilarating. All those people who love reading and writing—how can you
beat that? I truly did have a great time, even though, as the journal editors
chatted, now and then I had to force myself not to say what I really thought.
So
here’s what I didn’t say. Some of those journals—they’re ugly.
Some
people must think it doesn’t matter what a journal of words looks like, but I
love looking at journals as well as reading them. I didn’t see other people
(though there must have been some) standing at the booths and actually reading
the journals, but that didn’t stop me, and sometimes it was fun to chat with
editors about the poems they had published. They work so hard on their
magazines that sometimes they seemed to get a kick out of seeing a live reader
reading and then hearing what that reader thinks. And it’s just as interesting
for me to hear how the editors think.
Anyway,
I’m not alone in thinking that it matters what a journal looks like. Some of
them are ugly, but lots of them look great, in all sorts of ways. Since I
didn’t see anyone else standing at the booths and reading, that indicates all
the more how much difference the look makes, because the look is all you get if
you don’t read and until you do read. The reputation of a journal, and even its
self-definition, often depend on its visual design more than on the words on
the page or screen. Some of the supposedly edgiest journals, both in their
self-proclamations and in what others say about them, turn out to read like
fairly ordinary or traditional stuff, but they look snarly or cool, artsy or au
courant, and that makes their buzz.
Next
installment: how some journals muff their design.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
AWP, Installment the First: 10,000 Writers
I
had the chance and so, why not, I took the chance and went to AWP this year.
Now—and as promised the other day (below)—I’ll blog about it. What’s AWP? It may
look like a barbaric yawp from Whitman, but as some readers may know it’s the
contrived but conveniently simple acronym for the Association of Writers andWriting Programs. They do an assortment of things that associations do, and
they hold an annual conference. So for here and now, at least, “the AWP” means
their big conference of writers, publishers, editors, and other people
interested in writing. This year they met in Chicago. The AWP hosts readings as
well as panels for writers and others to talk about more or less anything
related to writing or, more specifically, to so-called creative writing. Or so
you might hope—though I was disappointed to find no panels (at least this year) on avant-garde (or
whatever you want to call it) poetry (or whatever you want to call it).
What
do 10,000 writers look like? I was surprised not to be surprised. They looked
like anyone else. On the street, I couldn’t tell who were the writers and who
were the ordinary Chicagoans, unless they sported AWP paraphernalia (a book bag with advertising, a name badge that too chummily put the last name in
smaller print, making the badge more or less useless, a program that weighed
too much). I expected lots of showy dressers, but nope. Also, the writers came
in every age, but disproportionately they were older than I expected. Maybe
when you come in all ages the now grey boomers overwhelm the series of
post-boomer boomlets. Maybe boomers more often had access to the moolah it
might take to go to a conference, especially during the recession.
I
could talk about the panels, but that might get more personal about the
panelists than I want to get here (fun though it might be). Some panels were
good, some were bad, some were in between—no surprises there. For me, the
surprises came in a torrent at the amazing book and journal exhibits, and
that’s what I’ll take up in our next installment, forthcoming soon (as they say
in book and journal lingo). Check back in a couple days or so.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Goodbye to the Old Grey
Without changing a word, I redesigned the blog layout. The
new design is more contemporary. Maybe it’s a bit less edgy, but it’s readable and eye-friendly. Many of the best newer web
designs seem eye-friendly, and that’s what I went for. Here’s
a screen grab of the old grey design. It was cool, understated, but blocky and
bland.
AWP teaser
I think I’m going to blog AWP. In installments. Unless I
change my mind, since I’m not an AWP type, whatever that is. What’s AWP? If you
have to ask, then you’re not an AWP type either, but I’ll explain. So check back before long—lots
of good stuff coming soon.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Oh obvious
Just now live (rhymes with jive, not with sieve) in > kill author, a new poem about the too obvious (or about whatever, or about
nothing). It has turned into the first of a series that I’m now working on and that I'm
psyched about. It’s fun to see the ideas change as the poems emerge.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Beware of reading
Five (that’s right, halfway
between four and six) crazy poems just came out in the new blue & yellow dog. Four of these poems epitomize what I think
of as my crazy poems. So beware of the dog: read at your own risk. Thank you again to editor Raymond Farr.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
New in Innisfree
Two new poems are now out in The Innisfree Journal of Poetry: “The Face in the Mirror” and “Invisible, Treacherous.” They have moderately different though not opposed styles; the first is more narrative and the second is in my spare style. Thank you again to editor Greg McBride.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Not Dead in December
Thanks to the mysteriously anonymous and allegedly not dead editors of > kill author: a literary journal for the mostly alive, who accepted a poem today. It’s the first poem in what seems unexpectedly to be turning into a series of poems, which makes me even more grateful for their encouragement, though I’m way grateful regardless. Look for it in Issue 16, early December, and expect the unexpected.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
More poems for the fall
Today, The Innisfree Poetry Journal took two poems for their fall 2011 issue (#13). Many thanks to Greg McBride, the editor, for his receptiveness to a new poet. Check out The Innisfree Poetry Journal. You'll see lots of good stuff. These two poems come in completely different styles from the other poems coming out this fall (described in the blog post for April 24).
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Around the place
A journal sent this interesting turn-down for a group of poems that work in my spare, understated style (which differs from my other styles):
We enjoyed the four poems you sent us – in particular for their powerful, evocative language and the crystal-clear images they conjured up in the reader's mind.Unfortunately, we're not especially enamored with poetry that contains a lot of nature imagery, as these do, mainly because we see so much of it around the place. Though not an absolute rule, it tends to be a topic we shy away from. So on this occasion we're going to pass on these pieces, but we'd certainly be interested in reading future submissions if you think you have something suitable.
I admire their willingness to tell me their thinking, to turn down poems they seem to like, and to hold to an aesthetic, even if I’d rather they went with their likes. Some of these poems work variations on the usual nature thing, but maybe that didn’t come across. And even those variations—let's call them non-nature nature poems—have a history within so-called nature poetry. (In another sense, I also believe that at some point it’s all nature poetry all the way down.) Anyway, it was generous of busy editors to take the time and trouble to say what they’re thinking, including its mix of nerve and vulnerability.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Dog days coming in the fall
Alas, long time no blog again. It happens. But this time I have a lot of excuses, stuff (including other writing) that kept me from writing poems or sending them out. But I’m back to it and delighted to say that a cool, not yet well enough known journal called blue & yellow dog just took five way crazy poems for their fall 2011 issue (#6). (One is so crazy that somebody I sent it to thought it must have been the result of a formatting glitch and asked me to re-send it as a pdf.) Check out blue & yellow dog. Cool stuff, and many thanks to Raymond Farr, the editor, for his receptiveness to a new writer.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Changing the website
Revised the opening words on my website. Changed them to more of an introduction. Now maybe I say too much. Before maybe I said too little. Caught between two styles yet again. Anyway, here’s the old, shorter version: “R. D. Parker began writing poetry in 2009. He writes poems in more than one style. Here you can find a list of his published poems and a link to his new poetry blog.” Maybe the new version will clear up confusion when people expect one style and then, to their surprise, find links to another.
Monday, November 8, 2010
decomP in December
Long time no blog. Sorry. Anyway, decomP has taken a poem for their December issue. Thanks to editors Jac Jemc and Jason Jordan for their receptiveness to a new writer.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The glow of the second quotidian
My interview with PANK is now up on the PANK blog. J. Bradley, the panky PANK interviewer, usually asks clever-silly questions. I can go clever, maybe. I can go silly, maybe, too, though I usually try to trim the silliness from my drafts. But I’m no good at clever and silly together, so I didn't go that way. My favorite J. Bradley interview is the recent one with Victoria Lynne McCoy. McCoy’s poem made me think of Martha Nussbaum’s fascinating and provocative Sex and Social Justice.
(What in the world is the glow of the second quotidian? Read the interview and you'll find out.)
Friday, June 18, 2010
Can you have a good poem without ideas?
There’s an interesting discussion on Elisa Gabbert’s The French Exit about whether good poems must have ideas. Darby Larson, energetic and risk-friendly editor of the terrific web journal Abjective, proposes my “Aquamarine” in Caketrain 7 as an example of a poem so radical that it has no ideas. That’s a smart thought. I don’t know Darby, but I appreciate that he reads enough stuff to have read my stuff. More recently, he commented on “Stillness” in the PANK blog. Be sure to check out Abjective.
Welcome
Welcome readers, whoever you may be. This blog doesn’t have much on it yet, but it will grow (slowly). Looking forward to my interview with PANK, which I expect will take place some time soon.
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