OK, I get it. Asking what today’s poets are writing about is a stupid question. They are writing about whatever they want to write about.
Even amending the question helps but little: What are poets who are getting published writing about?
There is no way one can gain accuracy via a random sample. They’re all too…random. That said, randomness can provide some indications, anyway. And count me curious (thus, this post), because I’ve often noted a chasm between some of my favorite topics and what poetry editors seem to like best these days.
Put it this way. If I were a contestant on Jeopardy!, I wouldn’t fare so well on popular culture topics, and I suspect modern poetry loves popular culture more than I do.
For my sample, then, I turned to the most recent issue of Rattle, a popular poetry magazine that features “approachable” poetry. Better yet, the Spring 2020 issue features a special section dedicated to students of the poet-teacher Kim Addonizio (pictured above). It’s called “Tribute to Kim Addonizio & Her Students.”
(And can we interrupt this broadcast to say just how much better these poet-students’ odds for publication became thanks to this oh-so-specific condition? I mean, c’mon. I’ve written Editor Tim Green about having a special section for former 4th-grade students of Mrs. Ann Wilcox in Cowtown, Connecticut, in some future issue. Instead of competing against… basically everybody… I’d need only best a handful of historic writer sorts who traveled through Mrs. W’s storied classroom!)
But where were we? Ah, yes. A list of topics chosen by the 17 Addonizio-trained poets. As noted, it’s a doubly good sample because a.) they were trained by a top name, contemporary poet, and b.) their work was selected by editors of a paying poetry market (“paying” and “poetry market” being such strange bedfellows these days).
Care to play along? Let’s see how you do as I see how I do! Are their topics similar in many ways to yours? Or are you writing just a few too many poems about the Reformation in 16th-century Germany?
Accepted and published poem is loosely about…
- a woman after her lover has left her
- a narrator with a girl in the neighboring seat who is now sleeping on her shoulder during a long airplane flight
- a dying man’s plan to paint vistas of deserts and mountains in his final weeks, months
- a pair of lovers staying at a romantic place by the sea
- someone’s updates on their neighbor, a man who unsuccessfully tried to hang himself two months back
- a series of metaphors comparing a sermon to the neighborhood
- a narrator who likes to talk about sex and think about turning into a wild animal
- Penn Station as life: the board, a homeless person, commuters, movement
- ruminations on love and life as a formerly-married, now single middle-aged sort
- a quirky look at society post-Election Day (of gee, I wonder who?)
- lovers sailing near the equator where they dive and photo-shoot creatures of the sea
- Kafka’s Gregor Samsa reimagined in modern times interfacing with Twitter, tow trucks, protesters, police officers, and (God save us) Starbucks coffee
- someone’s 16-year-old cat at the veterinarian’s, along with other animals and owners in the waiting room of angst
- a woman entering a bar, sizing up a man, and deciding “Hell, yeah!”
- a fraught mom comparing her infant son (cuddly) with the 5-year-old he has become (not so cuddly)
- a couple in a house of many windows, observed by outsiders but observing themselves as well, concluding that living = being seen
I’m not sure how the “popular culture test” works here. Maybe this: Could these poems be developed into reality TV pilots that people would watch? Well, there’s sex, love, despair, death, travel, politics, social networks, coffee baristas, pets, mothers-and-children, alcohol, and, of course, self.
The stuff of traditional poets like, say, Frost? Not so much, really. The topics seem to be more immediate, contemporary, familiar. Ideas that could easily segue into features for popular magazines.
Can we learn from this? Perhaps. It seems the overall notion of sharing your life more openly—a prerequisite of life online— is a good thing, at least for poets aiming to get published.
In that sense, poetry is a reflection of our times, where folks upload not only pictures of their cats, but pictures of what they are eating for dinner, where (jealousy alert!) they are traveling, and (wait for it!) themselves via the now-hackneyed selfie.
Popular culture, then. Out of the confessional box and into open air. Only poetically. Then submit and like your odds a bit more!
6 thoughts on “What Are Poets Writing About?”
Here’s the poem I, as an Addonizio-trained poet, sent “Rattle”; it was rejected. I wonder why?
Why wouldn’t you
fuck me? I used to be
bad too. Dealt cocaine.
Went down on
someone going down
on someone else
in a car parked outside
a night club. OK,
that word “dealt”
isn’t exactly street.
I’m overeducated, I
admit it, quoting Byron
about passion, “the sword
outwears its sheath”
& Pater, how we must “burn
always with a hard,
I’m married. So what?
I can burn that way.
You’re too old for those
combat boots & tattoos,
the razor wire around
your wrists & down
your spine, those strangers
saying “Man, she’s
wild.” You noticed
my biceps, more gristle
than muscle. I know
you saw the skull shining
beneath my pompadour.
So what? You didn’t even
give me the chance to
turn you down.
Did you take her online course or an in-person one? Did she see this poem? Curious, is all.
I took a week-long workshop in person with her maybe 10 years ago in Prescott, AZ. I really acted like an asshole, making outrageous statements during class, not sure why, maybe I got bored with all the unresolved opinions about every poem that we shopped.
Kim was good. I just didn’t get much from the workshop, no good poems or any real tips for teaching my own poetry writing class, but i did make some po-friends I’m still in contact with. And no, she never saw this poem, thank god(dess)!
Now that you’re a more mellow guy, you can sign up for another KA workshop and make amends. 😉
The poem was originally dedicated to Kim, but my editor (smart man!) refused to add the dedication. Smart man!
That’s what editors are for sometimes: second guessing!