Strike 1- Dropped from the movement workshop.
Strike 2- Did not get some scholarship money that I could have used.
Strike 3- Rejection letter from an anthology of political poetry.
Thatâ€™s the bad news. The good news is that I submitted poems to a contest over the weekend thus satisfying my monthly quota for submissions.
Still waiting on word from one more poetry prize and also putting together a combined 20 pages of poetry/essay for Kearny Street Workshop and Achiote Press. Both of which have me mildly stressed cuz I am trying to break out of my bad procrastination habits.
Back to the three rejections, I am not really stressing any of them but am a bit curious as to what the anthology of political poetry will look like since I was fairly confident the work I sent in was making a political statement without it standing on a chair with a megaphone crying â€œI am a political poem.â€
Of course the political statement made in the poems regards the Bronx of the 70s which means it may not be considered current but then again I think my work is speaking more about urban neighborhoods and that is gonna stay relevant for quite a bit of time.
This is the one frustrating aspect of submission- not knowing why the work didnâ€™t quite do the job. At least in live poetry you can feel when you lost your audience and (if your aim is not to lose them) you can adjust your set halfway through. Then again, you can also just start relying on personality and humor to get an audience back and who wants to do that all the time?