As publishers of a poetry journal, we’ve talked among ourselves about how the writing community shows support for poets, is generous, helps get the word out when someone publishes a new piece. We’ve talked about the reviewing process, how that helps writers on many levels ranging from sales to understanding their audiences more deeply. We’ve talked about being gentle in our criticisms so as not to stifle further development for any writer.
Now that the post-Valentine’s Day sales are in full swing, let us gently suggest that you show some love to the editors in your lives. You know, those people who read all your stuff and try with all their hearts to send the best ones into the world for others to enjoy. The people who try to be kind when they have to say a piece isn’t quite right for their publication. Who anguish over what to say to those who come back at them to ask why, why didn’t you publish my work? Who feel a sting when an angry writer hits them with a strongly-worded email that informs its recipient that they don’t know their ass from their elbow.
Because all that stuff really happens. I’ve long believed that writers, of which I am also one, should do a stint on the editorial side of the business to see how it feels. Lessons of that stint include dedication, tact, a better idea of the wide range of skill and talent any cross-section of writers will demonstrate. Editors often don’t get paid if they’re working with small literary publications. Rather, they commit to doing something they love to help writers get published. How many people do you know who willingly put in long unpaid hours in front of a computer handling other people’s work?
Not many, I’m betting.
Of course, there are plenty of writers who are kind and willing to correspond with editors respectfully, thank us for our time spent considering their work. The feeling of pure delight that erupts when a gorgeous, well-crafted piece of writing comes to us is like nothing else. That, right there, is why editors do what they do.
So, if you’re a writer who has not taken a turn as a member of an editorial staff somewhere, ask yourself why not give back? There’s much to learn about what happens behind the scenes when writers submit their work. There’s also much to enjoy in working with an editorial staff while contributing to the production of publications for the world to read.
If that’s not an option for you, at least send a chocolate-covered thank you to the editors who’ve worked with you. I hear chocolates are on sale right now.
Forgive me Internet, for I have sinned. I meant to write a review of that kick-ass book I just read, but alas, my own ego got in the way. The book inspired me to whip open my poetry file and start banging out words. Reading is not a soul-sucking endeavor, as some people seem to think. Rather it kicks my mojo into gear and fires me up to do battle with the blank page.
Thank you, other writers.
But before every battle is a fallow time, to read, to sharpen weapons and study maps. A time to give thanks to the writing gods for keeping the muse corralled in my mental jail. It’s also the time to give back. I’ve been negligent in this. I read. A lot. I write. A lot. So writing a book review should be a simple task.
I want to be fair to the author, I know how much work went into making their baby. Releasing it into the world is one of the toughest things they’ll ever do. Nobody likes to be exposed, standing naked, waiting for a review that won’t devastate. But what if I loved the book, except for one little thing?
The world needs more kindness, as do writers. Think of how good critiques should be done (in your writing group or your life), and proceed the same way. Were you confused about something? Don’t express annoyance, point out where you were confused and suggest what could have been done to alleviate that confusion. Did you not get what the poet was trying to tell you? Sometimes the fault lies in the reader. The poem/book was not for you. It’s okay to admit that. The good thing about books is there is a book for everyone out there. Pick out something you DID like and talk about that. No need to shish-ka-bob the writer. Don’t give in to base impulses. Nobody feels good afterward.
Maybe I’m too nice. I don’t see it as a flaw. I want to gift my fellow writers with a pat on the back, not a punch in the gut. Yes, now we all gather around, hold hands, and sing kumbaya. I am a throwback hippie, I suspect, but face it, the world needs more happy.
You can do it. So can I. Let’s resolve to get up off our lazy duffs and start passing out rainbows, kittens, and unicorns—Stop that eye-rolling, your face will get stuck that way. Mom said.
Reach through the keyboard and offer some kudos today. Spread the love. Writers will feel ten feet tall.
So will you.
After a long, lovely holiday break, we are back at work at Gyroscope Review. The best thing about January around here is the release of our winter issue, so here it is: the Winter 2020 Issue of Gyroscope Review is now available. Editor Constance Brewer had some board game fun with this issue’s cover, and our new Assistant Editor Elya Braden worked through her first reading period with us. We were impressed with the sharp, political, still-hopeful work we received for consideration for this issue. Contributing poets include several names you will recognize: Ace Boggess, Alexis Rhone Fancher, Daniel Edward Moore, Nancy K. Jentsch, Martin Willitts Jr, and many others. But take note of the names here that you are seeing for the first time. One of our favorite things about Gyroscope Review is the way established poets and emerging poets coexist to offer up a well-rounded collection of work. So snuggle into whatever warms you up this winter and open up a copy of our Winter 2020 Issue.
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We hope you’ve noticed our new logo! A new decade is the perfect time to spiff things up, so we did. Not only that, but we’ve also acquired another Assistant Editor for our masthead: Hanna Pachman, a poet, filmmaker, and senior research coordinator at Variety. You can find out more about Hanna on our masthead page, HERE. She will be reading submissions with us for our Spring 2020 Issue.
Curious about what we want for our next reading period? Here’s a tip: that will be our fifth anniversary issue, so consider submitting poetry based on the number 5. We’ll be posting trivia about the number 5 throughout the reading period. Or consider anniversaries in general, not just marriage, but everything under the sun, divorce, dental appointment, first ice cream, ‘Gotcha Day’ for a new pet, or how about the day you set yourself free from something momentous? As always, please read our guidelines HERE.
Many famous writers have used their dreams as inspiration for their writing, including Edgar Allen Poe for The Raven and Mary Shelley for Frankenstein. Often, when I sit down to write a poem based on a past experience, my initial writing is “too linear.” One of the occupational hazards of being a former lawyer, I think, as I remind myself: No surprise for the writer; no surprise for the reader.
It used to disturb me that I would often wake in the morning with a “dream hangover” – such a vivid memory of my dream that if I took a few minutes to replay it in my mind or write it down, it would come back to me in flashes all day. But once I started writing poetry in earnest, I saw this ability to remember my dreams as a gift. My dream images are so much more surreal, with odder twists and turns and leaps than I can otherwise make up in my writing, that they invariably add a spice of oddness to my poems. Now, I keep a dream journal by my bed to deliberately capture those dreams as good fodder for future poems. Even one specific image, such as green plant shoots growing out of my face, can start a poem from a place of curiosity and wonder.
In addition, dreams, coming as they do from our subconscious, add psychological depth to your poems. Dreams allow you to write about fears or challenges or aspirations through imagery, where the poem may show rather than tell the reader the narrator’s feelings. In my dream about the plant shoots, I was at first horrified by the image and wanted to run away from it. However, as I journaled about it, I realized that the plants represented my creativity sprouting out through my poetry and art. I also realized that my fear was really about allowing that part of me to be seen at a time I was just starting to send my poems out for publication.
There are many ways to use your dreams as inspiration for your poetry. Sometimes, a simple narrative about a dream can be striking because of the surreal juxtaposition of images as in Traveling Dream by Marge Piercy.
I am packing to go to the airport
but somehow I am never packed.
I keep remembering more things
I keep forgetting.
Secretly the clock is bolting
forward ten minutes at a click
instead of one. Each time
I look away, it jumps.
Now I remember I have to find
the cats. I have four cats
even when I am asleep.
One is on the bed and I slip
her into the suitcase.
One is under the sofa. I
drag him out. But the tabby
in the suitcase has vanished.
Now my tickets have run away.
Maybe the cat has my tickets.
I can only find one cat.
My purse has gone into hiding.
Now it is time to get packed.
I take the suitcase down.
There is a cat in it but no clothes.
My tickets are floating in the bath
tub full of water. I dry them.
One cat is in my purse
but my wallet has dissolved.
The tickets are still dripping.
I look at the clock as it leaps
forward and see I have missed
my plane. My bed is gone now.
There is one cat the size of a sofa.
While many of us have had dreams about being late to a plane or arriving at the airport without our luggage, the specific details in this poem – the clock bolting forward, the four cats in and out of the suitcase, the tickets in the bath, the cat as big as a sofa – all work to create a poem that is memorable for both its strange imagery and for how these images heighten the normal fear we all have of missing a flight or forgetting to bring something we will need while traveling. And who knows if all of these images were actually in her dream? Maybe only one of them was. One of my favorite poetry prompts is: one truth and two lies. This technique can be used to amplify your dream images, especially if you only remember a wisp of your dreams.
Another way to plumb your dreams for poetry is to mix meditations about the dream state and your dream’s meaning with a jumble of images from many dreams to create a larger story about messages in dreams, as in the poem Understand That This is a Dream, by Allen Ginsberg.
In the opening stanza below, he meditates upon the meaning of dreams:
Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream
I am awake / and why do that?
When I dream in a dream that I wake / up what
happens when I try to move?
I dream that I move
and the effort moves and moves
till I move / and my arm hurts
Then I wake up / dismayed / I was dreaming / I was waking
when I was dreaming still / just now.
and try to remember next time in dreams
that I am in dreaming.
The poem continues to discuss how the narrator’s dreams reflect his desires, particularly his sexual desires, and then weaves in seemingly random pieces of dreams from different times and places, but all around the theme of sexual desire, including references to his childhood home, chicken coops, horses, a dentist, and midnight rickshaws in Saigon. The poem ends asking:
What should I dream when I wake?
What's left to dream, more Chinese meat? More magic Spells? More youths
to love before I change & disappear?
More dream words? For now that I know that I am dreaming /
What next for you Allen? Run down to the Presidents Palace full of Morphine /
The cocks crowing / in the street / Dawn trucks / What is the question?
Do I need sleep, now that there's light in the window?
I'll go to sleep. Signing off until / the next idea / the moving van arrives
at the Doctor's house full of Chinese furniture.
In this poem, even the strange line breaks, mid-line pauses, and random initial caps add an air of dreamy unreality that reflects the narrator’s state of mind. In addition, the repeating images in the poem echo the sense one often experiences in dreams of returning to the same place over and over or running but seeming to go nowhere.
Dreams can also be used to add humor or mystery to a poem, as in My Dream by Ogden Nash:
This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
The poem begins rather prosaically, but the last two lines nail it. The narrator does not bombard the reader with odd images of the dream. Instead, he deliberately gives only one key detail in order to leave the rest to the reader’s imagination. The reader can then paint her own picture of how the narrator’s hair became unkempt.
1. Write down one image (one sentence or even just a few words) that immediately comes to mind from each of the following prompts. These images can come from your dreams or real life – no one will know but you.
2. Write down a piece of advice you’ve gotten from someone you respect or advice you’d like to give yourself now or in the past.
3. Read the following poem, Dream poem because I never write dream poems, by Catherine Owen.
Dream poem because I never write dream poems
Woken just as he was about to go down on me/ that sailor
With the insanely long/earlobes
By a cat clawing at the delicately eroding skin/beneath my eye
Did not make me jovial/one bit
But when I fell back to dreaming and it was/of gypsy women
Catching a stream of bees/pouring from my wounds
Into burlap sacks/or else that inevitable toilet
(Would it be/on a cliff this time or transparent
Or fixed to a proscenium/ or shaped to receive dragonflies
Instead of piss)/ I was none too thrilled at my gallant’s
Failure to return to duty/ and worse
It was now a dream containing advice/Broom Hilda
Appearing to warn me/ I would have to & soon
Get rid of the sphincter in my lungs/if I wanted to sing.
4. After you read the poem, go back to your list of images and write a poem in which you describe an imagined dream using as many of those images as you can. Also, include the piece of advice in your poem.
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