F*ck This! I Quit…Kind Of: On Poetry, Contests, and Opportunity Cost by Les Kay

Last December, I received an urgent text from my father: CALL ME. My father, like most fathers, normally reserves the use of brief text messages in ALL CAPS for important news or emergencies. Since he’s retired now, well into his 70s, and his wife has been diagnosed with terminal bladder cancer—a cancer that should have been caught much earlier and should have been curable with simple resection—I assumed the worse, something health-related and horrific.

When I phoned, my father told me about an advertisement he’d seen for a poetry contest, a Christian poetry contest with a small fee and cash prizes. Instead of counting my inevitable winnings, I imagine my brow furrowed as if I’d just heard the compensation package for an adjunct teaching position. I thought immediately of Poetry.com and similar scams, suspecting that if I were to enter such a contest, the only plausible response would be solicitation of money that I, like so many emerging poets, just don’t have right now.

Google and a few anonymous netizens confirmed my suspicions. I thanked my father, skirting the issue of whether or not I’d enter by explaining how many other contests I needed to enter and stressing the necessity of book publication.

“Those are the only contests I enter now.”

And I sighed. A sigh meant not to be heard.

“I need to get my manuscript published to have any shot on the job market.”

I then launched into a tedious explanation of the academic job market, detailing the qualifications of those who were landing coveted jobs teaching creative writing and those who teach five classes on a hotdog, ramen, and generic cola budget. I must have explained just how winding, wending, and expensive the entire process can be. How the contracting number of jobs means that hiring committees at schools so small they may be imaginary now require applicants to have a book published by a “national” press. How applicants must develop pedagogical expertise in Composition, Literature, Creative Nonfiction, and, if at all possible, time travel. How we need to fly to the MLA conference—even if we pay with an overstretched credit card—to be herded into hotel rooms while avoiding the winged monkeys and remaining on the lookout for the Tin Man’s heart.

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No wonder it takes time to realize that the wizards controlling our fate are mere women and men.

I’m not at all sure my explanation was clear or factual enough to help my father understand, but he told me to think about it and to keep working hard.

Then we talked about football.

About a month later, the book contest rejections, photocopied form letters announcing the winning title and perhaps a handful of finalists who wouldn’t be published, started rolling in. Sometimes the letters include a beaming author photos of the one person from 300, 800, or 900 entrants whose manuscript made its way to the final judge and beyond. Sometimes the letters include information about next year’s contest including the expected fee, which runs around $25, and the all-important deadline. In my mailbox, there were two from Ohio, two from California, two from Texas, one from Illinois, and one from Indiana. Sometimes that $25 gets you more than a form rejection. Sometimes if you include an envelope with postage you’ll also receive a copy of the winning manuscript. Sometimes you’ll receive a subscription to a literary journal associated with the contest. I have four or five such subscriptions coming to my house, though to be frank I tend to lose track.

There are, to be fair, a handful of independent book publishers that have open reading periods, sometimes without fees. Presses like Black Ocean, Milkweed, and even McSweeney’s craft beautiful books often of better quality than what the contest winners of university press prizes find in their mail. Yet from the perspective of many hiring committees (and perhaps many other such committees) the “best” presses now use the contest model to find any poet not already on their list. Consequently, if you need a manuscript published—even one with a score of publications at mid-tier, university-affiliated literary journals—you feel as though you must drop $25 per entry, even if the odds that you will receive a personal response rather than a photocopied announcement are exponentially worse than the odds of an applicant being accepted into Harvard’s Medical School (according to U.S. News, 4.1%).

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Given such dismal odds, rampant rumors of malfeasance and nepotism should come as no surprise, even if Foetry and its epic, sometimes conspiracist, exposés on the connections between contest judges and prize winners has become a minor footnote to the history of literary publishing. My assumption, perhaps naïve, is that the vast majority of contests are now—if not wholly transparent—at least mindful of conflicts of interest and work assiduously to avoid them.

Nonetheless, some announcements still make my hair stand on end like that of a feral black cat surrounded by dogs—even when I do not submit to the contests in question. Indeed, recently Bruce Bond, a tenured professor at the University of North Texas, who already has nine well-regarded collections to his name, won the Tampa Review Prize for Poetry. That same week, the Cleveland State University Press also announced the winner of their Open Competition: Lee Upton, a tenured professor at Lafayette College. This will be her ninth published book of poetry.

Of course, I recognize that the vagaries of the publishing industry likely put both Upton and Bond in a position where they were once again without a contract and forced to play the contest game, imagine their books continuing to go unpublished, or turn to an independent press. Moreover, I’m willing to assume that the contests were run fairly, but what chance do mere mortals have when Bond, Bruce Bond, submitted a book of sonnets? Why shouldn’t the Tampa Review, upon recognizing the work as Bond’s, turn ever so slightly away from ideals of fairness to the many, many anonymous poets who dropped $25 in an attempt to get their first, second, or third book out there? Bond’s book will surely sell better, right? Imagine an industry where those who have been successful enough to begin contemplating what their Selected Poems might look like still shell out $25 and take part in a contest. What has the publishing of poetry come to?

Let me be clear that I fault neither Bond nor Upton, nor I suppose, the presses that may have simply seen an opportunity. Every system is subject to abuse, and here, it is crucial to be mindful of the position in which university presses now, somehow, find themselves. Financial pressures—particularly in a political environment where invaluable services like food stamps, unemployment, and Social Security are being cut—lead many university-affiliated presses to search for new streams of revenue to compensate for funding their home universities may be unwilling or unable to provide. What is peculiar, at least within an American context, is the notion that such funding is necessary and that sales alone can no longer support the viability of a press regardless of the quality or timeliness of the material they publish.  So perhaps we should not be surprised if, when faced with production and distribution costs, a press might turn to contests to generate revenue. Even if this is just enough revenue to facilitate the “reading” of the 900 manuscripts that arrive and to cover production costs. In other words, I want to make abundantly clear that the process and conditions under which the production of poetry takes place are not, per se, the fault of the editors who work for presses that are perennially understaffed and overwhelmed. Indeed, given an avalanche of manuscripts by people who very dearly want and need to be published for their professional well being, how could you not be tempted to turn to the work of someone you, as an editor, already know? How could you possibly give each and every manuscript half the care and attention that we expect of college students when they first encounter contemporary poetry in an academic setting? Perhaps most importantly, how do you ensure that the next book is not the last the press publishes?

From my perspective, as a poet attempting to land a few pages carved from several years of work into the hands of a less-than-ravenous reading public, everything about the process feels onerous. To the point that I sometimes swear to read books from such and such press only if they arrive via library, gift, or review copy. To the point that I’ve frequently wondered whether I might be able to garner more readers via one of the many self-publishing services or, better, via the middle-class friendly wonders of the Internet. Indeed, the notion of giving my poetry freely to others is deeply appealing, whereas the notion of paying for the publication, however nominal the amount, summons images of those fat anthologies from World Poetry Movement where one must pay to see one’s “prize-winning” poem in print. In fact, since I began sending my manuscript to contests, I’ve probably paid out more cash than the “amateur poets” who fall for Internet-based poetry scams. All with the understanding that what is most compelling about those scam poetry anthologies—the unrelenting democracy of a project that documents the difficulties, pains, delights, and joys of lives lived—is precisely what is redacted, elided, and otherwise cut from a publishing experience with a more traditional poetry press.

Like so many in the poetry community, I find myself playing an elitism lottery. But it is a most peculiar form of elitism.

What then should I tell my father the next time he texts me urgently to tell me about a contest I can’t contemplate? Should I explain that I am amenable only to certain forms of exploitation? Or that I happily supported presses that I admire during a winter when I couldn’t afford new tires for a car that badly needed them? Or should I simply tell him that a prize like that, as opposed to a book contest, won’t salve the half-glimpsed desperation that follows, like an H.P. Lovecraft monster, those of us who would prefer to teach without being contingent?

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Perhaps I just need to walk away.

Book contests are now profligate. Presses that formerly had open reading periods now charge for the privilege of having your book read. So the cost to any potential poet has become more and more astounding. It may one day be subsidized by a well-taxed prize of something like a grand and a few book sales—assuming one is luckier than a beagle who, through the vagaries of quantum mechanics, finds herself transported to a Texas chili competition while all the cooks are simultaneously taking cigarette breaks.

What those costs ignore are just who those people submitting to book contests might be, just how much work and dream is fused into those explosive fifty pages, just how many people might be forced to walk away from the possibilities that poetry affords simply because they can no longer rationalize the fees that precede the rejections. Many of those people are, of course, adjuncts and graduate students who still, against almost all that is rational, believe that their next choice to “support literary publishing” will be the one that takes them further into the fatty folds of that hibernating bear…or, perhaps, its jowls.

This is a symptom not of a community that is dying but of a community that has been forced, metaphorically speaking, to eat its young. Or, as a former professor once wrote in a letter of recommendation, this is a community focused on “training the young to read its work.” It is, in short, a maze of gate keeping that will lose us poets. Imagine, for example, how John Clare might fare now. How many Miltons might be made mute and inglorious simply because of fees?

Surely, there is a better way.

After all, in the United Kingdom, poets are asked to query with a sample batch of poems. They are not asked for payment. In fact, the United States is the only nation that has developed such a labyrinthine and expensive path toward publishing while still maintaining the cultural elitism that makes publishing through the burgeoning community of independent presses and micropresses an anathema to many hiring and tenure committees.

Thankfully, emerging poets have not yet been asked to pay for a single submission of a batch of poetry. We have not yet seen for-profit companies inserting their services into the long, storied, and difficult process of getting one poem to sing in front of the eyes of, perhaps, a thousand readers. That clearly would be immoral and would suggest that poetry is neither concerned with the truth nor with broadening the possibilities of who might contribute to its ongoing historical conversation. That clearly would imply that someone who must choose between paying the gas bill and eating lunch has no place in the utopia of letters. That clearly would spark fire-spewing arguments about moral obligations and financial necessity. That clearly would suggest that the community is not so far removed from its New Critical pinnacle of protecting culture from Others as I—and many others—have believed.

And that, clearly, is precisely what’s happening. But there is minimal anger. Let the adjuncts, the graduate students, the visiting professors pay what they do not have to publish those who will have stable, well-paid jobs if they don’t publish another word. Who cares if they find themselves thinking, I can simply eat a little bit more ramen?

Or maybe there is another way. What if we recognized that it’s only poetry after all and funneled the money that would have gone to this prize or that prize somewhere, well, different?

I have books that need to be published. I’m planning to submit myself to the contest machine through the end of the year. If I’m less lucky than a Harvard Medical School applicant, so be it.

Next year starting in January, I’ll only send manuscripts to venues that don’t charge or from whom I can receive a slightly more expensive than normal subscription. I’ll track those contests that I would normally submit to, and rather than submitting, I’m sending that money to Doctors without Borders.

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Les Kay holds a PhD from the University of Cincinnati’s Creative Writing program and an MFA from the University of Miami. His poetry has appeared in a variety of literary journals including Whiskey Island, Sugar House Review, Stoneboat, Menacing Hedge, Third Wednesday, Santa Clara Review, The White Review, PANK, South Dakota Review, and elsewhere. He lives in Cincinnati with his wife, Michelle, three dogs, and their collective imaginations. His chapbook, The Bureau, is forthcoming from Sundress Publications.

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53 thoughts on “F*ck This! I Quit…Kind Of: On Poetry, Contests, and Opportunity Cost by Les Kay

  1. thelinebreak says:

    Reblogged this on The Line Break and commented:
    Concerned about poetry contests and their costs and other things, then read this article by Les Kay.

    Then go here to find presses with open readings for full-length poetry manuscripts: http://bit.ly/OpenReadings

  2. Send your ms to Mongrel Empire Press. We’re a little behind right now, meaning that if your book is accepted, it might take a year and a half to two to actually get it in print. But we don’t charge for submissions. http://www.mongrelempire.org

  3. webbish6 says:

    I do recommend sending to open submissions when possible. All of my books were read in open submissions, and I feel grateful for so many presses who were willing to read manuscripts outside the contest system. (Steel Toe Books, Kitsune Books (now closed,) New Binary Press, and Mayapple Press, to name names!)

  4. Webbish6: I love Steel Toe, and when I send my ms. later this month, I’ll be ordering 2 copies of Becoming the Villainess, one for me, one for my mentor who writes (and loves to read) fractured fairy tales and contemporary fables.

  5. Nick Jones says:

    Walk away. Ninety-eight-percent of the game is a scam, or, if you get a CW teaching job, part of the American middle-class dole.

  6. David says:

    What wasn’t mentioned was one of the main reasons why folks with lots of books/accolades are entering contests: it’s because they don’t have dedicated presses to keep publishing their books. I recently won a major prize for my third book (David is not my name, by the way!), and not that I didn’t want to win it, but I would rather have a press that likes me and my work behind me throughout my “career” than having to enter contests after I finish a manuscript. Now I have three books on three different presses. And yet again, I’m without a press that will publish my next book, so in a few years I’ll be sending out to contests.

    I’m totally not complaining, but this is what happens. Sometimes you’re lucky if you win a contest and the press wants to keep you, but mostly it’s just a one-time thing. Or if they can keep you on, when you finish your next book, they can’t publish it for 3 or 4 years due to limited funds.

    Also, and I don’t mean to be dick, but not all books deserve to be published! Just because we all have a manuscript and a degree or two does not mean we are good enough to have a book. It hurts, but that’s how it is.

  7. Very interesting, and love the comments!

  8. erikaviktor says:

    Presses have realized they can make a tidy profit from writers with stars in their eyes. I enjoyed this post. Thank you!

  9. Re: training the young to read its work – philosophy is the same way in academia.

  10. R.J. Koehn says:

    Not being an aspiring poet, I’ve never considered these problems. Good post.

  11. Could you please look at my new comic strip and tell me what you think? It would mean the world to me thank you

  12. Poetry.com just look at the site.. it looks like a joke!
    Poetry International and Eber & Wein publishing are the only contests I usually send into.
    You can follow my blog http://missmusingswritingessentials.wordpress.com/ as I will be posting information on poetry I have a whole page on it I just have to edit etc.

  13. Great article! I feel for the poets who have been through the contest mill. No one I know has won a major contest that led to an academic position. Personally, because I am not trying for an academic job, I will be very happy and proud if a great independent press publishes my first book of poetry. That’s the best most poets I know can hope for: holding a high-quality book of their own in their hands, a book we all understand will be largely marketed by ourselves, to an audience mostly of other poets, and one that offers very little money, but a lot of reason for pride in this very important accomplishment.

  14. Rain, Rain says:

    I was all feeling sorry for you, till I read about all the poor slobs being “forced to walk away from the possibilities that poetry affords simply because they can no longer rationalize the fees that precede the rejections.” So then I started feeling sorry for them instead. But then I realized, wait, what? What you just said makes no sense. Actually, it makes less sense than that. As a great man once said… okay, he said it fairly frequently … this is not even wrong.

    I do feel for you, and I get it, although I am not a tenant (thank God) of your particular circle of Academia. (It’s the one where everyone is endlessly chewing on each other’s flesh, right? Or am I thinking of Hell again? I always get them confused…) If everyone in the academy believes that print publication is the only measure of excellence, then it’s true exactly and only because everyone believes it. But there’s no need to make more of this than it is. The problem isn’t with poetry, or publishing, or audiences. The problem is with the academy. From my perspective, the superiority of print is pure malarkey by now. At or near this point in history, publishing on the Internet will give you just about everything that publishing in a print magazine would, and in some cases far, far more — an enormous potential public, worldwide distribution, free indexing, inclusion in every library in the land, and your work won’t go out of print. Oh, and you’re not at the mercy of publishers. Of course, you don’t get the ever-more-dubious cachet of having been selected for print publication, of which see above.

    I’ve already made the decision to “only send manuscripts to venues that don’t charge,” of which my very favorite is this Internet thing you’re reading me on now. (Hi, WordPress! I’m looking at you too, sweetie!) I’m not sure what you’re driving at with your line about the Internet’s “middle-class friendly wonders,” but if (as I suspect) you’re being dismissive, I don’t think it’s warranted. I think, in fact, the opposite. I think you should join the revolution, brother. But I do understand if you believe it won’t advance you in your chosen profession. Sadly, you’re probably right.

  15. flynnriley says:

    Enjoyed the read! If you’d like to contribute to the American Dream come check me out, I would love your input.
    -F

  16. Reblogged this on amordevidacrista and commented:
    Biuryfou

  17. samphira says:

    I have nothing to do with contests now. I have entered enough to get the idea that it is who one knows, not how good one’s work is. I have seen the most dreadful shite get through and win a contest. I have heard the most successful poets spouting rubbish that I would have cheerfully consigned to the waste paper basket. Write because you love it, ignore the egomaniacs.

  18. xozolo says:

    prepare every day

  19. Cardozo says:

    Reblogged this on .

  20. inkstinct says:

    As a young poet in Africa, new to the internet, I sought free contests to enter into and find out even those ones are scam. I am still yet to publish and I am not seeking an academic position; I am an engineer who writes poetry.
    I stopped entering contests, paid or free…the path I have chosen is self publishing, my project for the coming year.

  21. Interesting points here. I am not at all sure I want poets to have careers though. I’ve enjoyed following Seamus Heaney as I have grown older, but on the whole I am not interested in poets’ careers. I’d be tempted to say that if someone professed themselves a poet I would be running in the opposite direction.

  22. Krysten says:

    I laughed out loud when I read, “I imagine my brow furrowed as if I’d just heard the compensation package for an adjunct teaching position.” Fantastic simile. I’ve produced that exact furrow for that very reason, sadly.

  23. Oh my Dog! This never gets old, it just gets worse. I have to remind myself of this every time I start thinking about an MFA, again…

  24. Reblogged this on aurorawaves214 and commented:
    hmmm

  25. flissw says:

    in visual art very similar things apply – you pay to enter competitions and then, if you pass the online selection, you pay to deliver the work to the gallery, and to collect it if/when rejected…at least submitting poetry doesn’t require a hired van 😉

  26. I didn’t know poets got paid. I gotta read more

  27. faizatah says:

    “Ability Without Opportunity is Nothing “

  28. StraightTalk says:

    Reblogged this on StraightTalk and commented:
    I QUIT

  29. carlycrandall says:

    Reblogged this on carlycrandall.

  30. thelitebrite says:

    Excellent piece. I cannot see how playing these games makes sense. I feel sorry for those who get suckered into them. People with dreams make easy marks, as the organized education industry in all its variegated splendor makes abundantly clear. Self-publishing, or just presenting one’s new work on a blog, makes more sense for most people. You can self-promote in lots of ways that do not cost too much. Put everything into the work itself. Avoid the academic/publishing machine. It can only bite the hands that feed it; steer clear altogether and you will be safe. If you are good enough, and lucky enough, somebody will take notice even without the interventions of these rapacious middlemen. You don’t need their seals of accreditation, their fake glamour; you don’t even need the longshot job-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel. However, if they come to you, that’s a different story.

  31. If you were related to the Welsh Academi you’d win every time 😉
    http://literaturewales.wordpress.com

  32. that’s right this is a good for consumer reading

  33. c1nn says:

    Modern day doesn’t seem to appreciate poetry. It is a shame. Do poets not self-publish? I never heard of these contests before.

  34. jackfrey says:

    Reblogged this on Jack Frey and commented:
    Les Kay has said it better than I ever could. A brilliant summation of the “pay-to-play” publishing game. This goes for prose as much as it does for poetry.

  35. jackfrey says:

    Hi Les,

    Great article. A few years ago I wrote on a similar theme, but with much less grace than you have written about it here. I questioned the longevity of writers contests in general. If so inclined, check out the article here:

    http://jackfrey.wordpress.com/2012/09/16/writers-contests-a-good-thing-or-a-flash-in-the-pan/

  36. igoariar says:

    كيف تربح المال من الانترنيت بقليل من الجهد

  37. […] The trend of excessively higher book manuscript contest fees.  Also journals that charge reading fees for open submissions.  (One day we will eat things that […]

  38. ridgetoppoet says:

    Reblogged this on Ridgetoppoet's Blog and commented:
    Good to know

  39. […] journals that charge submission fees could waive them for reviewers. (Poet Les Kay recently penned a compelling critique of submission fees over at the Sundress Publications blog.) Additionally, journals could publicly affirm their response times—such as, say, a 1-2 week […]

  40. […] course, you might win the contest. You might also win the lottery or get into Harvard Medical School–your odds are roughly the same, or maybe slightly worse. Most small publishers are looking […]

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