Ugh finalizing For Days is a p in the a; there're so many versions/pdfs that it's all turned into a mess; in as "clean" a manner as possible I want this thing out!

Today 4 poems werre rejected by Fence; there's one which hasn't yet; it'd be lovely if it wld be taken; but I suspect next week it too will be rejected.

Eleven Eleven rejected me yesterday.

I lol ought to make a list of rejections.

Here's a link to some poems from For Days: http://www.scribd.com/doc/82374139/Free-Poetry-For-Number-Two. 

Here's some other links to poems of mine published decently recently:

http://www.countrymusicpoetry.org/index.php?pr=Strauss_1

http://www.cricketonlinereview.com/vol7no2/23-adam-strauss-work-it.php

Am maybe getting back the bug to write poetry: rounds about bedtime lastmorning I started to want to plop poems out!  Or little epigraph-like ditties.

Ugh--I am freaked out by the job-search process; CVs, asking for recs, it all freaks me out; I wish I could see myself as a professional not, perpetually, a student; of course, being a perpetual student is good, but I need some explici8t confidence!  I want to teach poetry workshops!  Comp really is a good gig, but some variety wld be awesome.  In a few minutes I'm going to join AWP so I can look at their joblist!  It's terribly late in the year for this, but I guess I need to start anyways!  I don't want to rot in Vegas

Ok, good news: my book, For Days, will be out shortly from BlazeVox.  I hope someone decides to formally review it or post a note on their blog!

Other news: I havn't written a poem for a while--over a week; I get that this is not a big gap, but for me it vaguely is.  Sometimes feeling stressed makes me write lots and lots; but not this time!  And what I should be attempting is popular fiction--in my mind/dreams it makes sooooooooo much sense for me to do this; and then, ugh, I get too PC for popular fiction.  Or am I all wrong and a manuscript centered around designer names and which stilletos to wear is ripe for deepness!  I feel like any fiction attempt I make will just whether or not I want it to get academic/academic feminist.  Ugh, I need to purge this pointless fear and just crash out a hundred pages and try and write my way to Robertson Boulevard, valet parking, insane creditcard bills!  Agh but then, back to academia, I get stressed that writing abhout rich girls shopping is just the height of not expanding gender representation--which of course is true and apt, as since when is popular fiction expanding representation (hopefully I'm very wrong 'bout this!).  If I was eager to write parody things might be easier; but, yikes, that's not my dream! 

Ok, I wish I am the type to write really long blog entries, to just go and go and go, and be personable not clipped.  I wish prose felt natural to me; I wish delving into the minutae of my freaked-out life seemed like actual fodder for paragraphs. 

How is one supposed to negotiate feeling pathetic and egotistical;  I embody the combo but it's not a sweet run.  Some "prestigious" acceptances wld maybe do wonders: a poem taken by the Chicago Review, for example.  Or Conjunctions.  Or the Denver Quarterly.  For years I've been good about relentlessly submitting poems; and, alas, I'm getting burnt-out; it's sorta sad to do the whole SASE chore and know that a few months later I'll get a rejection-slip.  Wow yah if anyone wants to hiss at me oh blogger why do you care 'bout prestige publications.  And, not funny, the answer is because I guess it might make me marketable.

Note: it's not that I've not been published in some plum places--I totally have; I'm just greedy and want more!  More! 

APR--please take one of the poems I sent you all yesterday!  Ditto Pleiades!

Ok this may be the most self-centered gripey blogpost I've yet spewed; hopefully I'll get better at this mode!

From a Montevidayo blogbox comment by Kent Johnson:

"Conceptualism is fine, but that Dworkin (though in this case it’s safe to say the act is by a whole group) would go so far as to put my name on something I haven’t written is really a bit too much. I don’t care what he says “the next frontier of propriety” will be. This crosses a line"

Honestly I find myself a touch surprised--or maybe dissapointed--by KJ's stance: his interest in challenging conventional notions of authorship seems to align with Dworkin's move.  Or maybe not because Yasusada traffics in a wholly fake author, whereas this BlazeVox book brings the mess of messing with authoprhsip into the very moment.  At any rate, this development feels to me like a logical extension.

[Oops, not sure what happened but the post posted prior to arrival at an "end"]...Anyways I'm very pro Petrarch.  The JG piece reminds me some of H Mullen which I very much dig, and I also think R Silliman except I think that's not something other than a hazy thought--likely just a matter of seeing largish chunks of prosepoem.  I need to get back into The Alphabet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I like how the pieces are I guess one could say kaleidoscopic and also loosely narrative/faux diaristic.  Mostly, and this gets strayt back to HM, I love how the text majorly seems generated by puns and other play.  It's hard to believe it was written "with a hardon."  MM, or maybe it's got some of the semenic drive A Burgess says narrative needs--I might be making up the AB paraphrase; wow I feel like so much of my "knowledge" is that which I've made up rather than verified.