Thursday, December 30, 2004

Surprise Invitation

So I'm checking my webmail this morning and there's an invitation from Ellen Lewis to be interviewed for the next issue of her literary magazine, Sunspinner. Ellen had been given a copy of my chapbook, The David Museum, last year, and she had some very nice things to say about it, even quoting back a couple of lines that "resonated." I was--I am--truly moved that the poems reached beyond the (imaginary) queer circle I (imagine to) (sometimes) write in (from). Of course I will say yes to the interview: number one, I'm a Leo, and though I halfheartedly shush my own delight at being praised, the truth is that duh, I'm a Leo; number two, I'm genuinely delighted that someone out there found the poems and connected with them.

But I'm also thinking about (imaginary) boundaries, and how I call myself a queer writer: no new ideas here, nothing about identity that hasn't been (re)hashed by more articulate minds than my own, except that it seems appropriate to ponder why I choose this label. Two thoughts for now:

1) It saves time. If you're reading one of my poems for the first time, and it's about tree frogs or freeway spinouts or stealing daylily seeds from my neighbor's garden, it's important to me that you know that my "queer sensibility" shaped that vision just as much, though possibly less emphatically, as it shaped my poem about eating grapes out of someone's tushy on the kitchen table.

2) It's a matter of, well, community. I believe that if we recognize and commit to one another, everyone wins. I'm acutely aware of my identity and position in terms of privilege (educated white male, working at a swanky private college, decently published so far) as well as challenge (gay in a predominantly straight setting, advancement limitations at this institution, literal fear of how I'll pay the rent). So I like to look around, keep my nose in, so to speak, and check out other poets, especially newer, "younger" writers (whatever that means, since I'm by no means "established"), and specifically (since I don't have funds to launch the new lit journal or the new poetry series or the three or four anthologies that are backing up my Dream List, I'd better narrow the scope of where my energy's gonna be focused) queer writers. More on this later (i.e., what, specifically, can one underpaid adjunct do to promote & assist other writers) (and why you should care) because it's after nine and this old dog needs to walk home and spend time with the Husbear.

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