Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Dear lit. Mags. of the world, please stop asking me to subscribe, to friend you on Facebook, to tweet you on Twitter (which I don’t do anyway) in the same envelope in which you have rejected my poems.
Really!? What sort of marketing genius told you this was a good idea? Whoever it was has no notion of that admittedly old-fashioned concept: Common Courtesy. Common courtesy would dictate that you do not simultaneously tell someone that she or he is unworthy of your publication and ask for her or his hard-earned bucks.
I can deal with rejection. I don’t like it (because 40 years of collecting rejection slips has not yet driven me over the edge and into masochism—at least that’s what I tell myself), but I can suck it up and go on with my day. But don’t ask me to support you when you’ve just shut the door in my face. It’s rude. I don’t care what your marketing advisor says. I know it’s Tough Times out there in arts-organization-land. I live there, too. But that’s no reason to get crass and corporate.
One of the points of literary magazines is the support and preservation and promulgation of art and culture, isn’t it? So shouldn’t you be aiming for better behavior, not worse?
And while I’m crabbing away, I’d like to add a note to the editors who send rejections suggesting that I should be reading every journal I send to, especially theirs. I read 5-6 journals a month. Oddly enough, I tend to read the ones that have published me at some point. Okay, there are a couple I have had subscriptions to in the past that I’d mug somebody to get into, but even that was temporary. If you want to be a subscribers-only lit mag., then do it. Otherwise, get real. You’re being rude.
Okay. That’s off my chest.