May 27, 2013, 1:01 AM
Post #1 of 7
Hello all, I've been registered a while here and have lurked and posted a bit, so it's past time I introduced myself.
Codger poet and (probably too-) late bloomer dodders, wheezes hello
I am, as the subject line suggests, a codger. Methuselah? I chased that kid off my goat pasture. (More exactly, I'll be 63 in a little less than ten weeks.) "Poet" I'm not so sure of any more. But when I write it's mostly poetry, plus the occasional ghost story (have always loved those) and articles, workshop materials, blog posts, and so on for my paid work as a librarian. (Yes, I was lured from Art by the glamor and riches of the librarian's life ...)
I have some publication credits. Okay, a few publication credits. Okay, a pathetic handful of publication credits. I've had a few poems published in Sou'Wester, one in The Fox Cry, a few others. All years ago. I had poems featured for a few years on Dial-a-Poem Chicago back when that program was still going in the eighties, and probably hit my peak in the early naughts when my entry won the (Chicago-area) Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum award. But these days it seems I can hardly get anything written, and nothing, zilch, nada, nichevo, nichts, nihil published anywhere, for years now. So I don't know. It seems like poetry is a young person's game these days. Or more specifically a field for a young person with an MFA teaching in an MFA program, none of which I am, obviously. Or maybe simply a field for somebody with the basic ability to write a decent poem, which it also seems increasingly obvious that I'm not. The alternative in Chicago, where I live--actually what seems to be the only poetry scene here--is slam and performance poetry, which has been great in many ways for poetry, but it's not what I write.
So I'm feeling pretty discouraged these past few years. There really doesn't seem to be any place for me. I'm thinking if I had any talent, if I had any chance, I wasted it years, decades, ago. I'm feeling very much out of the game and strongly suspect that it's far too late to get back in, even to the tiny extent I ever *was* in.
And yet here I am. Can't seem to accept that it's all over and stay away. It's madness I tell ya, madness.
(This post was edited by R.A. Stewart on May 27, 2013, 1:03 AM)