Julie Worth said:
My God. <opens veins> There is no hope.
I was going to come in here and post my own slushpile stories, presuming it would be a real eye-opener to writers. However, having read the previous stories, I guess my story is more here for reassurance.
I used to publish a poetry magazine (and a magazine for Webmasters, but let's not talk about that). The poetry magazine used to get about 250 submissions (800-900 poems) per issue. In an issue, I'd publish maybe 20 poems from 10-12 poets. That may seem bad, but it's about 4%, which appears to be lots better than what I've read in this thread so far.
I got almost everything I published from the slushpile, and the slushpile was mostly generated from my listing in Poet's Market. I think the breakdown for me was about like this:
10% heinous errors -- sending me something supposedly unpublished but which I had
seen in print elsewhere, sending me novels, etc.
50% bad bad bad bad. These poets couldn't spell, couldn't write, were attracted to cliche like magnets to metal, and/or were writing poetry for therapy, not for publication (read: their poems mattered to themselves, but would garner a collective "meh" from the rest of the world).
30% had potential, but poor execution. They had a kernel of truth, a seed of originality that made me pay attention. But then it was all squandered by a lackluster closing, or a long, boring ramble in the middle, or some other foolish thing. Maybe a quarter of these I would have published if they could have edited the thing down to only the best parts. But poets are persnickety, and even hinting that they should revise something "true to their heart" was blasphemous. So I usually just rejected this batch.
6% were competent, but really not for me. Back when I was publishing the magazine, I was a young Christian man with the standard plethora of repressions: no sex, no drugs, no paganism, no "shaking your fist at the sky." At one point, I got an exceptional story about a couple having wild sex in their own vomit. It was hilarious, over-the-top, and disgusting. I still remember it to this day. At the time, it was shocking and scandalous, and I wanted no part of it. I'm still not sure I'd run it, but I do know that it was
extremely well-written, and beyond funny. Stuff like this got the "I'm sure this will get published someday, but not by me" response.
4% were good enough to publish, sometimes with trivial edits.
I have 2 side-notes. First, there really are blacklists. Some of the people in that first 10% (the heinous ones) would land on mine. Someone who repeatedly sent stuff completely at odds with my guidelines would eventually get flagged as a waste of time. I kept a database and did bother to check it. So at my most busy point, I had a list of a couple dozen poets who I wouldn't even look at -- their works went right back, unread. I did trade blacklists with 1 editor, once. It didn't expand my own blacklist much, as she and I had blacklisted essentially the same people.
The second thing of note is that sometimes people would remove themselves from the last 4% (the ones I wanted to publish). Usually over edits. I would reply to the submission with a comment such as, "I'll happily publish 'great poem number 4' if you will add a comma after line 5." And they would write back full of vitriol, "how
dare you even speak such a thing!?!" So, uh, OK, not going to publish that, then.
Does this make editors seem lame and terrible? I don't mean it to. I really just wanted to publish good poetry, and everything I did was in pursuit of that. I was very willing to work with writers who seemed competent and courteous. In fact, I treasured them, as they were more rare than I expected.
-Tony