I had the pleasure of reading Jim Behrle’s engaging piece “Poetry and Ruthless Careerism: How To Become The Most Famous Poet In America Overnight” (05/08/2010) this evening and was, to say the least, highly enlightened and entertained. While I agree with much of what he says (such as I’m truly the only one who is “out there” promoting me 24/7) and did take some advice in creating my own Facebook page (which was somewhat difficult because I am not one who wants a lot of attention focused on me—my books and writing, yes—but not me), I am drawing the line at, essentially, stalking famous and successful poets to cultivate a pseudo-relationship based upon trying to get something from the other person. I get it, but I don’t think I’m cutthroat enough (yet?) to dump my friends who allegedly cannot help me further my writing career for other “friends” with more power who allegedly can.
I still believe in loyalty and many of my friends I’ve known for years—some since elementary and high school—and I am not willing to lose them in exchange for the possibility of fame, fortune, and “important” friends. I’m not stupid, however. If the opportunity presented itself, I would most assuredly welcome new connections, but not at the expense of real friends.
I did, however, give a Tweet out to Gerard Butler to let him know that, in addition to my complete adoration of him, he is, in fact, featured in two of my poems in Mischief and Nonsense. I’m not expecting a reply or a book sale or an autograph, but a retweet to his legion of followers would be pretty nifty.