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Wild Gardener Black<\/em> painting by Todd<\/a><\/p>\n

(This article appeared in the Anderson Valley Advertiser<\/em> November 2013)<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world\u2014unless you\u2019re not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.\u201d e.e. cummings<\/i><\/p>\n

In those long ago days when I was invited to read from my novels in bookstores and libraries, and for college audiences and writers groups, I was frequently asked if I had any helpful advice for people who wanted to become writers and make their livings from writing. This was before the advent of personal computers and digital everything, before people began writing with their thumbs on phones, and before a new myth conquered the collective psyche. That new myth goes something like this: Writing novels is easy. Anyone can write a novel without any practice and without ever having written a short story or even a viable paragraph. Just do it! And then publish your novel online and\u2026voila!<\/p>\n

Myths take hold and become established because they reflect a strong collective belief or wish. The myth that writing a novel is easy reflects a strong collective desire for everything to be easy. The suggestion by e.e. cummings that even just beginning<\/i> to master the art of writing a good poem may take many years of practice, is the quantum opposite of the new myth about how easy it is to write poetry and fiction. After all, poems are just stacks of lines of words, right? So say today\u2019s college academics and snake oil merchants making millions running the thousands of Creative Writing MFA programs now extant in America, programs wherein the only requirement for getting an MFA is enough money to pay the exorbitant tuition.<\/p>\n

How hard can stacking lines of words be, especially now that the latest vogue in academic poetics is for those stacks of lines of words to not make the least bit of sense\u2014literal, symbolic, or otherwise. Indeed, making sense is now considered a bad thing by academic poetry professors. Logic and meaning and connectivity are clearly signs of enslavement to something or other and must be avoided at all costs. Strike out any combination of words that might be construed to possibly make some sort of sense. Embrace the random whatever. Okay! Let\u2019s get stacking.<\/p>\n

Contrast the new anybody-can-do-anything-with-ease myth with cummings suggesting, \u201cIf, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you\u2019ve written one<\/i> line of one poem, you\u2019ll be very lucky indeed.\u201d Ten or fifteen years of hard work? Nobody gonna buy that app.<\/p>\n

In any case, way back when I was presenting my published works to a public still abiding by the old myth that it takes years of practice and persistence to possibly<\/i> succeed as a writer or an artist, I was forever being asked for advice about how to proceed on the artist\u2019s path. After several bumbling attempts to give helpful answers, I settled on the following. \u201cI have two words of advice for anyone who wants to be a writer or an artist in our society, and those two words are low overhead<\/i>. The less time you must spend making money to pay for rent and food, the more time you will have, as cummings put it, to fight and work and feel your way to the beginnings of mastery.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ah but mastery of the art form is only part of the struggle if an artist hopes to make money from his or her creations. And it is on this trying-to-make-money-from-art leg of the artist\u2019s journey when most artists give up their quests, for this is the part of the process largely controlled by others. This is the part of the journey when the artist learns the painful truth that making money from art in America has little or nothing to do with art and everything to do with selling one\u2019s self.<\/p>\n

How ironic! Having worked with hundreds of writers as a teacher and editor, and having known hundreds of artists, I feel confident in saying that the vast majority of writers and artists in our society are introverts, many of them extremely introverted and painfully shy. Yet nearly all the successful artists and writers in America, as measured by the amount of money made from their creations, are extroverts. Indeed, all the most commercially successful of my former students and clients are minimally talented, while none of the several brilliant writers I worked with has had any commercial success to speak of.<\/p>\n

This was not always the case. American literature and music and art prior to the advent of television and mass media and the corporate takeover of culture, was peopled with many painfully shy introverts represented by savvy extroverted agents and publishers who recognized the value of those oddballs\u2019 genius.<\/p>\n

So what? What\u2019s wrong with most of today\u2019s popular authors being beautiful and handsome and sexy and coming off well on talk shows and infomercials? Sure their books aren\u2019t very good, but some of the books are kind of okay. Aren\u2019t they? And besides, who cares about making money from art now that anybody can publish his or her book online and no one will stop him or her. That\u2019s great, isn\u2019t it? Artistic freedom from the tyranny of corporate lap dogs. Power to the people. A global creative renaissance via YouTube and podcasts and cyber sharing! Right on!<\/p>\n

Yes! Nowadays anyone can publish anything and record anything and draw anything and say anything and film anything and offer those anythings to the world. And I\u2019ve studied many of the ways people do that kind of sharing and I think that\u2019s\u2026yeah, exactly. Okay. But because I am a painfully shy introverted techno doofus detached from all cyber social network sites, as well as being an old-fashioned diehard three-dimensionalite, and because shameless self-promotion is a necessity for the cottage-industry artist of our time to eke out a living amidst the new electronic digital smartphone e-everything reality, I offer the following for you to reject or embrace or ignore or respond to.<\/p>\n

Shameless Self-Promotion Presents<\/p>\n

Todd\u2019s New Stuff For You and To Give As Gifts<\/p>\n

Helloooo out there wherever you are. I\u2019ve got two new creations for you to possibly buy along with lots of somewhat older goodies you may wish to consider buying. If you\u2019ve never bought anything of mine, that\u2019s okay. Please don\u2019t let that stop you from doing something you\u2019ve never done before. I hope you\u2019ll buy multiple things from me and in so doing support the arts and stir the synergetic pot and be happily surprised at how good my books and music are. This my hope.<\/p>\n

I just got my shipment of Incongroovity<\/i><\/a>, my fourth piano-centric CD, and I\u2019m selling this entrancing album for a mere ten bucks. I still call them albums and array the tracks to be listened to as an album, though the new norm of perception is random individual track downloads, and you can do the download thing with Incongroovity<\/i>, too, from iTunes and CD Baby etc. But you might love the original art I made to package the disc. Talk about a neato stocking stuffer. This is it. Nine groovacious piano instrumentals, one song Real Good Joe<\/i> (a stirring tune about coffee and love) and two evocative and sensual poems set to piano music.<\/p>\n

And<\/i> I just picked up my second batch of my novella Oasis Tales of the Conjuror<\/i><\/a> from Zo, Mendocino\u2019s premiere copy shop. Illustrated by the author, each handsome comb-bound copy is individually and extravagantly signed and numbered by the author. Oasis Tales of the Conjuror<\/i> is the story of Anza, a clairvoyant, and his family and friends who live in a walled oasis in a time of relative peace following an era of apocalyptic war and famine. The tiny paradise is home to artisan farmers and is remarkably self-sustaining. Allied to a great city, the oasis is on the brink of new disaster as its population begins to outstrip its food supply. Through a series of connected tales, Anza and the people of the oasis must overcome escalating challenges to their continuance, which they do in creative and harmonious ways. The stories are humorous, dramatic, and mysterious, driven by the imperatives of community, love, and survival. Only seventeen (17) bucks a copy, you may want to get several because\u2026why not? To further whet your appetite, you can read the first three chapters of Oasis Tales of the Conjuror<\/i><\/a> at Todd\u2019s web site UnderTheTableBooks.com.<\/p>\n

At this same web site you can listen gratis to big chunks of audio versions of Todd\u2019s novels and short stories, sample music from Todd\u2019s music CDs, peruse his art, and buy books and cards and music with a credit card or email Todd to arrange to pay with check or cash. And no matter how many of these wonderful creations you buy, shipping is only five bucks. Such a deal!<\/p>\n

So there it is, my shameless self-promotion for 2013\u2014my response to the new digital age. I may be out of step, out of time, out of gas, and out to lunch, but as I climbed the steep hill from the village yesterday, my knapsack full of the next twenty copies of Oasis Tales of the Conjuror<\/i>, I felt some invisible power lift my pack so the load did not weigh too heavily upon me. And as I began to flag on the home stretch and to doubt the wisdom of my seemingly retrograde strategy, there came a delicious tail wind that propelled me onward.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Wild Gardener Black painting by Todd (This article appeared in the Anderson Valley Advertiser November 2013) \u201cAnd so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world\u2014unless you\u2019re not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[268,78,1525,2353,2395,1899,1437,76,2393,9,33,2394,101,568],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1285"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1285"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1291,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1285\/revisions\/1291"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}