I have not been using Red Room in any capacity. I realized that at the Commonwealth Club event yesterday listening to fellow authors, who talked about self-publishing articles and poems that had never found a home. These poems are a case in point. I came to San Francisco in 1964 to study with Robert Duncan at the Creative Writing Master's Program at SF State. After a year, melting under the heat of his impossibly high (literally unchartable) IQ, I left, resolved that I was not bright enough to be a poet. Students on either side of me in class were nodding sagely during his lectures, while I was always, completely lost. (Years later I told the story to my friend Michael McClure, who laughed and said (referring to the other students), "They lied!"
Anyway, the practice of poetry never left me. I've carried my notebooks for years and jotted things down in cafes, on planes and in waiting rooms. I've shared them with some friends, but except for a one-time embarassment where a friend was hired as an editor to upgrade a girly magazine and published several in a wretched T & A glossy,not one has ever been published. I religiously go through lists of little mags and send them in. I've even created a data base so that I can keep track of when they were submitted...and when they were rejected.
So today I entered four or five poems on my Red Room site. A tiny act of courage. Perhaps the consensus of my peers will be that the assessment of the world has been correct and I stick to acting or writing prose. If even one person evinces any interest, I'll submit more. And when my time opens up a bit, I'll submit some essays that have never found a home either. God, who knows, perhaps Red Room has created a monster.
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The Global Security Institute, Native Sovereignty Issues, Wild Earth( Natural Corridors Program),