First, there are some hugely generous poets in the blogosphere, and that in itself is enough to make a singing day and a great blog post. But there’s more: those poets are also willing to put themselves out to try something new, and I don’t just mean in their writing, but also where po-biz procedures and process and ways and means are concerned.
And surely poetry and the po-biz need just that, on a regular basis – something new.
So three millions cheers and applause well past the middle of next week for you guys. You know who you are.
Jill Alexander Essbaum has agreed to edit it for me!!!
I’m still totally walking around in a daze at my good fortune. As everyone knows (or should know), Jill is the author of Harlot (published by NoTell Books), a Best American Poetry contributor and a total genius at fusing sex and religion in her poetry. She was asked (by Reb) in this interview: Christian spirituality and hot steamy sex. Explain how these two great tastes go together. Check out Jill’s response. Also check out her No Tell Motel poem series (there are ten of them — my favorite is definitely Judas Hausfrau). Jill is also currently the featured poet at Steve Schroeder’s Anti-.
I mean, am I lucky, or what!
On a practical level, this is what we have agreed so far (jump in if I miss anything, Jill):
- Assuming everything works out as we hope, the publication will cite both our names – Poems by Nic Sebastian; edited by Jill Alexander Essbaum.
- Jill will focus on editing and I will focus on all the leg/foot-work associated with publishing – design, publication, marketing, etc. using a POD service, probably Lulu.
- This will be a non-profit venture — the printed version will be available at cost from the POD service, and as a free PDF download.
Next steps: At the moment I’m steeped in overhauling the manuscript and will get it to Jill over the next few days. And now I know I’m getting it ready for a real actual person I know who is a real actual serious poet I’m having second thoughts by the mega-bushel and am all what the hell was I thinking, she’s going to hate it, I’ll be exposed as a loser fake ersatz-poet and all these poems suck, suck, suck!
But I’d better stop bleating and end by thanking Jill – and those heroic others who also offered to help – a great, great thanking. As I said, those offers in themselves are enough to make a singing day and a great blog post, never mind the rest of it. Bless you all.