One of the most important experiences of being a writer is rejection. I have gotten rejected recently from some pretty good journals but it wasn’t a flat out rejection. Take a look:
Rejection # 1
This is a popular and really good poetry magazine and it would be a dream for me to be published here.
Thank you for your submission!
We enjoyed the voice in your poems; in particular we enjoyed:Charles, however, they are not what we are seeking for inclusion in [name hidden] We very much look forward to reading more from you in the future and encourage you to try us again.
Please feel free to submit again, we only ask that you wait at least three months before re-submitting.
I think it takes a bit of time to get used to rejection letters. After all when one is a writer one has to spend a lot of time honing one’s skills and this happens usually in the ambiance of an action packed workday filled with a ton of responsibilities. I think rejection letter are important because they, for me at least, teach the writer/poet/story-teller:
1. How to become better at selecting the appropriate genre and niche for one’s writing. For me I have spent the last year working on making my verse technically sound and I can see the difference
2. How to write in such a way as to make your work accessible to others,
3 How to proofread and edit your own work, etc
My plan still is the same, it is to publish in as many magazines ad publications as I can. (I have a targeted amount of publications in mind I would like to achieve. Then I will go on to create a chapbook or two and then finally hopefully then publish ad actual collection traditionally.
Every great writer or poet has had to deal with rejection. I felt that the sooner I was able to not take it so personally the sooner I was able to benefit from them and work to improve my craft
Bloggers can do much to effectuate change in the world and I wonder aside from the joking around is there anything more to blogging ?
The idea that everyone is their own brand makes me sick. A brand is something to be sold something being buy into and invest in. It is a product of a capitalistic mindset. I create a smartly packaged product (my thoughts) and sell it to people. After it gains some popularity I invite other people to invest in it (with comments and reblogs) and I lend my “fame” to make that person popular ( directing my readership to visit their site) That’s the bare bones process. I suspect because I am quite cynical, the discussions, that come from this set up are neutered in that they lack anything “living in them that can effectuate change”. – (There is more to it than this of course but Ill write about that in another post.)
However there is another side to it. Many of us come here from the trials and tribulations of our day and we need to relax. We need some sort of human interaction. So we come online we visit our favorite bloggers we talk we interact leave salacious comments on each others blogs. And I cannot help but wonder, how engaged should each of us be in talking about the social crises of the world ? I think that this has to be answered on a case by case basis. I personally am sometimes serious, and am sometimes, sarcastic and sybaritical in my style of expression, other times I am all over the place. I am here as I am in real life. For instance I wrote a lot about the Trayvon Martin case and I have also written a post about channeling the of General Sherman in his total warfare campaign when approaching cunnilingus for the first time. In effect this me all the fucking time, but I need another job so I cant but my real name here. For me as a blogger what counts in the type of responses I get from you the reader. I don’t write for reblogs or likes, I write to share with you. I hope my blog never really gets popular so I can keep talking with you all. That is what this Greatest Moment in Blog History Series on this blog is all about. It is a bombastically satirical declaration of the fact that I am person who wants to talk and share with other people about what is going on in the world around me and of course the contents of my own silly thoughts as encapsulated by this following picture.
Daan and His Departure
If you don’t know Daan you’re missing out. This is not a recommendation for his blog which is a great blog, this is me David saying something nice about a real person who just so happens to be a blogger. He is leaving the blogsophere, you can read about it here. Let me share one poignant part of his blog post:
I started this blog to inspire, educate and, perhaps, help someone. To make people think about what’s happening around them and in the world today, through poetry, short stories, flash-fiction and, occasionally, a personal post. The problem with owning a blog is: you can’t control what sort of people you attract and you can’t punch those that annoy you.The trolls know that. On the internet they can be the man (or woman) they never could be in real life. I usually ignore these people, or I set them straight, after which they usually (sort of) apologize, but if I was able to teleport myself to each of their faces, I promise you, hospitals worldwide would be having capacity problems.
I read their blogs and all I see is a little, insecure person adding layer after layer and lie after lie to their empty core, pretending they have some sort of dignity and principles, when all they really want is attention. To feed their insecurity. And they succeed. Their veiled self-glorification actually brings them readers.
It sickens me.
This world is already filled with masses paying attention to the wrong things and all these fools are doing is adding to the noise and distracting the people from the actual issues. Nobody gives a shit about the thousands of people that die every day, because they have no food or water. Nobody gives a shit about the children that built the very laptop I’m typing on right now for 5 cents an hour.
When I look at human history there have been individuals who through personal effort and being at the right place at the right time have effectuated a change that has moved people and turned civilization in one direction or another. I doubt there will ever be a time and I hope, I’m proven wrong, where everyone is so conscious and aware but more so empathetic to the different causes that affect people around them. Utopia’s don’t exist even in our minds. The internet is a facsimile of the real world. It’s a place where illicit activity go one, it is a place where horrible transactions are made, and its a place where the venom of our everyday struggles in the real world make a home for themselves. My take was always to make a few but significant connects to the people that cross my path.
Daan has pointed to a real truth, that many people have stated before: that human beings cannot stand much reality or that in many cases we choose to keep ourselves blissfully ignorant rather than accept the world and our role in its present state. That I don’t think is gonna be fixed any time soon. It part of the existential crisis we face when we choose to either contionue to wallow in our own sociological and personal excrementfiguratively or to inform ourselves and our enrich our experiences of the world and its denizens. I am sad to see Daan go honestly. It makes me want to go to, because sometimes it’s get nauseatingly ridiculous seeing the same bullshit Daan talks mentions day after day. Actually I have often wondered could I make better use of my time writing for my own publications? Daan will be sorely missed (like how I was by my prom date- sorely). I wish him all the best in his endeavors and look forward to what he creates next. I know it will be impactful, a work of passion , moving, at times light-hearted, far-reaching in its scope just like Daan himself. I hope he comes back to write more but I can tell the conviction in his tone that it probably wont happen.
So to Daan, You will be missed, and you’re always welcome here, much love