This morning I taught my Intro to Poetry Writing class about hyperbole. The title of this post contains hyperbole. But I thought that if I started a sensation, then BFS madness will be rampant across the globe, and eventually it'll come back to me, and then I'll catch the fever.
BFS = Big Fall Submission
Last year I didn't do one. I did non-sim-subs, and solicitations. That was fine, except now I have at least, I think, 30 poems that need homes. And two book manuscripts that need journal pubs. The solution: going back to the BFS.
In order to begin the BFS season, let's brainstorm about our plans, using thinly-veiled codewords and other vaguenesses, like, "I don't think I'll bother submitting to DIAGRAM again, since they always reject me," and so on. Oh, whoops. That's not very secretive, is it.
Anyhow, it will be fun to pick out places again. I've been keeping a list in my phone, but if you have faves you'd recommend, please share. I got a new Poet's Market, so we'll see how that works out. Here's an old post about the BFS for you, from back when I had a whole floor to myself as an office. Ancient history.
Has BFS mania hit your corner of the world? Are you exhibiting any symptoms? Have you found the cure?