All the submissions to the Anthology are in and sorted, and it’s a weird feeling, because now the passive work is over. The majority of submissions were accepted. It was strange for me– I’m very critical– to sit back and let the poetry of a generation wash over me, to “decide” as little as possible what was good and what was bad, in order to let almost everything be represented. It gave me a headache. On the rare occassion it gave me joy to see and wonder at poetry from amazing poets in our peer group that I haven’t heard of before. But mostly it was a pain. (Luckily, I didn’t also have to advertize and recruit. The Editorial Board did a great job of that.)
The anthology currently has 250 authors. 250, and that’s not counting the incoming soundpo and vispo which had separate deadlines. If you’ve ever edited anything, you can imagine how I feel now, looking at this list. How am I going to organize these poems? How will I ever approve the proofs? Who are all these people anyway? It’s a more massive undertaking than I imagined, when it was all imaginary.
I am still debating: what the anthology will be called; what the cover will look like; how the authors will be organized; where the bios will appear; how many critical components there will be (there are 4 essayists currently working to critically define this massive, pluralistic generation: good luck!); the size and layout of the thing. The problem with being a control freak is that one doesn’t want anyone else to make these kinds of design and organizational decisions, esp. when one is trying to do something like “redefine the anthology as such” (which will inevitably fail, cannot help but fail, must fail… but must be tried), so I am not sure when and where to get help in managing the tasks that lie before me.