fourW 25 & Writ. Poetry Review

Recently I’ve had a couple of poems appear in two great Australian publications – fourW and Writ. Poetry Review, both jam-packed full of great poetry!

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You can read my poem destined for mud in issue 2 of Writ. Poetry Review, who have what I feel is hands down the best presented online poetry publication I’ve come across in ages. Check it out and see if you agree, I really like the ’tiles’ page. In the issue too, is a heap of other great poets, many of whom I’m proud to call friends (or at the very least co-conspirators in poetry), check out poems by Mark William Jackson, Stuart Barnes, Michele Seminara, Robbie Coburn and Stu Hatton to name but a few!

Subs are open right now for the next issue – you can check out the details right here.

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fourW is celebrating their 25th issue, which is an awesome milestone in and of itself, but it’s also another fantastic one aside from that and I’m particularly happy to be in the journal again this year (check out Tiggy Johnson’s awesome piece in it!)

In fact, I’m especially honoured because editor David Gilbey and the selection panel published each pale song which is a long poem – something rare for me – and what makes their choice of a long poem noteworthy is that for me to have each pale song in the issue, you could say I effectively block two other (single page) poems from appearing in fourW. And I’ve no doubt the editors would have had more great material than they could fit in to #25.

So to publish my three page poem is a great vote of confidence and I really appreciate it!

 

Acceptances, Rejections & Retirements

Inspired by Adam Ford’s witty and honest posts on rejection (see one here), I thought I’d try something similar now (though I’ll combine brief stories of both acceptance and rejection for today). I think what I like best about Adam’s posts is the ‘thinking out loud’ (critically) aspect of the posts, that and the transparency re: the submission process.

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But, starting with some great news, in the near future I’ve poems forthcoming in Wet Ink, fourW, Famous Reporter and Best Australian Poems 2012.  The news is especially exciting for me because I’ve never had work placed in three of the publications, and there’s a thrill that always comes from that, in addition to the thrill of an acceptance. I’m also really excited to join a long list of fantastic poets in the BAP series!

Equally pleasing is the news that the piece accepted for Famous Reporter is available to read now – a recent piece based around a moment that struck me in Pompeii. Have a look here if you get the chance.

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Most rejections are, if I’m in a good mood, opportunities. They always sting but soon enough I see it as a chance to either rework and resend the piece, or to retire it. Which brings me to a question that I’ve struggled to answer sometimes, how do we know when it’s time to retire a poem? When has it done too many trips, been knocked down too often, how do I know it’s just no good and accept that I need to stop sending it out? Should be easy, right?

Well, yes and no. I once had a poem (rotary) rejected many, many times over the course of two years, but if I’d stopped revising and sending it’d obviously be unpublished today (wish I could revise it just one more time actually!)

Of course, that’s an exception – most poems, if they’ve been rejected by half a dozen publications, begin to look pretty hopeless and I end up retiring them. A good example is political poem called two horse race that I’ve had sent back from GDS and Cordite this year, and I’m looking at it now and asking myself, why do I still try to write politically themed poems – I suck at them! So I’m shelving it and may come back to it in the future – so it’s not quite retired but it’s close enough. Another recent knock back was from Meanjin by the wonderful Judith Beveridge who passed on the sneaking moon (and a couple others) which definitely needed some tightening. Another piece from the batch needed a title change and a major re-write, but I’ll not retire either, as they might find a home yet.