So I gave the poems a run through and used the Preview feature to see what it looked like on a Tablet and Kindle.

telling me to piss off / the click of the receiver

the last words from stone / telling me to piss off the

last words from stone / the click of the receiver

The ideal would be the above with no lines running on. Alas, just about every poem had to be changed. This is a good thing strangely enough because it means you can tighten the poem up by getting rid of excess fat and find even a few more typos..

I’m ready to go and need the following information available:

1. Your Kindle Create file: When Listening Isnt Enough_KC2.Kcb created 1 March 2021 (folder for projects kcb file and Word document within that.
2. Book title When Listening Isn’t Enough
3. Your cover image (2,813 x 4,500 pixels): from https://unsplash.com/ I downloaded a picture 1920 x 2800 pixels
4. Your book description (4,000 characters or less, including spaces) WHEN LISTENING ISN’T ENOUGH is about my time working in Guildford. After work I used to go to London Road station where I would meet a man called that I called “Steve”. We fell into a routine of smoking a rollie together while “Steve” told stories for a few minutes before the train came. “Steve” had a pig of a life and his only way out was suicide. It might have changed things if I had taken the time to talk back and tell “Steve” that I was also falling apart and failing at work.
5. Know the category for your book Literature & Fiction/Poetry/British
6. Keywords (choose up to seven); double keyword phrases count as one keyword, e.g. self-publishing is considered one keyword: poetry, poem,self-publishing, suicide, fiction,21st Century, modern
7. Your financial information (for your royalty payments): £5 (similar price to other pamphlets)

No problem downloading the Kindle Create app on my Windows computer, or indeed loading the WORD file. It all seems so simple now. The main screen for Kindle Create:left hand column show the structure of the book (+ to expand) and is divided into 5 parts. Title page, Copyright page, Table of Contents (which is created automatically), the actual poems and the back matter. A lot of cutting and pasting and changing formatting (poem title became Chapter Titles). After an hour of two messing about it looked pretty good, The is a preview button on the top right which show me how the finished product would look. It looks ready to go my only concerns are The title page and copyright page are in the Table of Contents, but that’s not really a major issue. The project is now saved. A final ruin through I think before I self publish. More detailed info at kdp.amazon.com/en_us/help

The Independent Publishing Network took their £30 and emailed me back with an ISBN and barcode that should be placed on the bottom right hand corner of the back cover. To me though one of the great advantages of using IPN was that it meant I didn’t have to think up the name of a press. Ace Press, Aldershot City Press, Applewood Press, Arcadia Publishing, Pond Books, Autumn House Press, Bruyno Press, Beacon Publishing, Bonnier Little Press, Book Publishing Of Farnborough, Bright Skies Press. Little Wood Press. I could have spent weeks wasting my time thinking of names.

The useful things I did on my document yesterday were: get rid of any bold (all headings) and italic (twice) styles. For the heading: change to 14pt and centre. Manually insert page numbers at the bottom of the page and centre. There was also the question of which font to use, Garamond, Didot HTF crossed my mind until I found out KDP didn’t like anything fancy, so I stuck with Arial to circle my poems with. I’m so glad the pamphlet is only 24 pages long.

Acknowledgements. There are a number of variations here. Some people seem to be saying that the poems have not been edited since they appeared in a magazine., So I made sure I said “published these poems or versions of them’. There is almost a case for actually naming the editors as well, but no one does, yet at least. When it comes to the magazines some just list them out while others list the magazines and the poem/s that appeared in them. I chose the latter and ended up with: Acknowledgements: Thanks are due to the editors of the following magazines who published these poems, or versions of them: Envoi (‘Youth’, Self-Portrait With Garbo’, ‘Dossing Outside’,’Lonely Nights’, ’Suicide’ and ‘Watching From The Bridge’), Message in a Bottle (‘Methadone’), The Lake (‘Bewildered’ and ‘Good Enough To Bury’), The Reater (‘The Polisher’), Breakfast All Day (’The Dishwasher’), Krax (‘Seeing Himself’ and ‘Arrest’), Prole (‘Consolations’), Headlock (‘Underground’).

Some authors like to thank all the big names they have had a cup of coffee with so you know how well connected they are. Can’t say it impresses me.

The first step must be having something to publish in the first place. I toyed with the idea With the idea of amalgamating my poems about the Black Death but then I thought perhaps I should work on something a little smaller start off with. So I thought about a pamphlet about the groups I saw at the West End Centre, poems with titles from the Gale and Polden back catalogue, from the exhibition Mondo Cane I saw the year before last, or some ekphrastic poems. For some reason, none of them seemed quite right but then I remembered I had a series of about 30 poems about Steve who I used to meet after work and who told me about his life if. That was the one I decided on. I looped closely and decided the 6 poems didn’t fit it and at least three needed major rewriting. I did spend a lot of time thinking of just the right title, “Steve Singing the Black Psalms”, just didn’t seem right other titles I came up with like “Hat in a Hatless World” or even the simple “London Road” didn’t seem to cut it up somehow. But then I thought, after a night’s sleep, I should perhaps change the last poem which was about Steve throwing himself in a river to Steve throwing himself in front of a train and that seemed to chime with what the Samaritans were doing. I’m sure you have seen the notice at railway stations asking you to call the Samaritans to talk before you do anything. “When listening isn’t enough” seemed, right and natural. All I did with Steve was give him a cigarette, letting talk and then I caught the train, I mean I didn’t even know if Steve was his name.

All the poems in the proposed book are in LibreOffice Writer in which you can save files as Word which will then be loaded up to Amazon KDP, which does not recognise, or has limited support for, text boxes, bullets, auto numbering, special fonts, headers and footers, certain word Styles and tables. I inserted 3 pages before the poems. First page is the title and the author which apparently should be centred. The next page should contain the following information:
ISBN:
Publisher:
©2021 Rodney Wood
All rights reserved
Email: rodneytwood@gmail.com

9 Monks Close
Farnborough
Hants
GU14 7DB
Website: https://rodneywoodpoet.wordpress.com
Please direct all enquiries to the author

There is space here to insert the acknowledgements.
Acknowledgements: Thanks are due to the editors of the following magazines who published these poems, or versions of them: Envoi (‘Youth’, Self-Portrait With Garbo’, ‘Dossing Outside’,’Lonely Nights’, ’Suicide’ and ‘Watching From The Bridge’), Message in a Bottle (‘Methadone’), The Lake(‘Bewildered’ and ‘Good Enough To Bury’), The Reater (‘The Polisher’), Breakfast All Day (’The Dishwasher’), Krax (‘Seeing Himself’ and ‘Arrest’), Prole (‘Consolations’),Headlock (‘Underground’).

The third page is for the contents. I created it in LibreOffice using the automatic insert table of contents then cut and pasted it to a blank part of the page and then deleted the table of contents which leftthe title of the poems and the page numbers which had to be justified. The next section was the poems.

I said I’ll come to the ISBN and publisher. For £30 I joined the Independent Publishing Network which gives me an ISBN number and let me list the publisher as the Independent Publishing Network, instead of making up the publisher.

After you’ve been writing a while and sending poems off to magazines you obviously think of the next step, a pamphlet. You try competitions and sending to publishers who may or may not respond. It’s a lot of work, not only finding the right 20 or so poems but also writing about your poetry “experience”. For whatever reason no one is going to take a collection of poems from me and I’ve had over 300 poems published by magazines.

That leaves me two options. Vanity publishers have never appealed. They won’t consult you and they won’t offer much in the way of marketing or distributing the book. They aren’t isn’t interested in selling copies of the book, they doesn’t need to – they’ve already made their profit from the hefty ‘contribution’ fee they charged the author. In saying that if you know what you’re getting into then fine. Self-publishing has been around for years (Virginia Woolf did it, as did Mark Twain and James Joyce. William Blake did nothing else. I’ve also just brought “Collected Poems 2005-2020” by Mitch Sisskind, 150 pages printed by Amazon ) and is a perfectly respectable way to get your book into print. The rise of Kindle Direct Publishing makes the process easier, for an eBook or a print-on-demand book. You are involved in each stage of the process but still have to do your own editing and marketing. Another advantage is the quick publishing time. It’ll be an interesting journey and I’ll post regular blogs along the way.

The first step is to download the Amazon KDP: Complete Guide to Kindle Direct Publishing (Step-by-Step) at https://selfpublishing.com/kdp/ to get an idea about what is involved.

I started using one at work and found it useful and fun. Once I went on an advanced spreadsheet course and found there was just me and the tutor. No surprise therefore to learn I keep a spreadsheet (with at least six pages) to keep track of my poems and I have over a 1,000 mainly failed attempts at a poem but I like to keep everything. I have one sheet which is just a list of poems written (including when, date revised, draft or finished or published and sometimes a brief description eg ekphraistic); another which is a list of magazines including the year/month it was sent; another a list of the magazines sent, date sent and date returned, comments, accepted or not, and another part of the sheet with the magazine, date sent and poem number(sorted by that); a simple list of poem published and where; plus two other sheets for pamphlets sent to publishers and reading attended.

It keeps me quite busy making sure everything is in order but it’s very satisfying. I could say it makes sure I don’t send the same poem to different magazines at the same time or I don’t keep sending the same poem to the same magazine, but it doesn’t always work. At the end of the year I can always count up how many poems (round the 50 mark) I’ve written and how many I’ve sent out to magazines (12 or so) and how many poems I’ve published (about 12). Any figure that makes me feel good really.

Of course there’s a sheet missing. There should be one for books read as well. Don’t ask me why there isn’t.

A useful webite or app is Feedly.com which allows you to list your favourite websites you want to read. So I have all my favourite blogs and poetry magazines in one place.

I did like so much David Cooke, the editor, calling me a maverick.

Rodney Wood: Things We Told Ourselves

November 14, 2019Supplementary posts, Uncategorized

Rodney Wood worked in London and Guildford before retiring. His poems have appeared recently in The High Window, Orbis, Magma (where he was Selected Poet in the deaf issue) and Envoi. His debut pamphlet, Dante Called You Beatrice , appeared in 2017. He is joint MC of the monthly open mic nights at The Lightbox and is also the Stanza Rep for Woking. You can find more information about Rodney and his work at rodneywoodpoet.wordpress.com

‘I always look with admiration at poets like  Ken Smith, Matthew Sweeney or Paul Durcan who have a unified voice, vision and form in which they can express themselves. I can’t always do that but every now and again I try a new style. Between January and March this year I wrote poems that were short, simple, dreamlike and had a bitter edge before moving on to something new. I console myself with the thought that success is not the number of books or poems published but having the time and space to write. I think you should take poetry seriously but never yourself.’ RW

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Rodney Wood: Six Poems

THINGS I TOOK FOR GRANTED

I edge along the wall of your house
until I find the brick that sticks out.
Gently I pull it free
& find hidden behind
the fragments of your memory

it’s like a madman had smashed
a statue with a hammer and I have to
make and remake the pieces
even though I’m parched
walking in the desert

towards the saltwater
of urine, tears & alcohol

ACCEPTING THE INEVITABLE
For Jim Lindop

He asks for a bottle of whisky
xxxxxxxxxxxxxand I give him two
one for the pain
xxxxxxxxxxxxxand the other
for me to watch
xxxxxxxxxxxxxthe pain melt away.

BODY OF THE BELOVED
‘We both knew we were doomed.’ Jessica Piazza

A simple sermon from the pulpit
convenient shorthand for uniting
man and god, man and woman
the lover and their love
even this life
xxxxxxxxxxxxxand the one before

FALLING SILENT

autumn is falling
and wind threatens
clouds, leaves and feathers

pain is silent
says a stone
calmly reading the grass

WALKING HOME

drops of light
xxxxxxxpierce the dawn
your words a path
xxxxxxxthrough the forest
and all trees sway
xxxxxxxbeneath the sky
as if you’re
xxxxxxxcoming to meet me

POEMS I WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY POST ON INSTAGRAM

beauty is seeing through
all this stuff and nonsense

I spread out the language of days
xxxxxxxxxxxxon the table
and remember those I erased

On the table outside I left a plate
and let the air eats its fill

I leave myself open
but then you’re supposed to
when you write

I wonder if our mothers
and fathers are related?

the sun has fallen
beneath the waist
of the dark horizons

the soul poisons the body
some carry it inside
to others it’s a shadow
walking by their side

love and the sea
asking impossible questions

I’m smiling the way
only skulls can smile

I don’t worry about grazing my poems
on the slopes of Mount Parnassus

you should see my inner sun
that allows me to live
in tropical splendour

I must write the last line
before I leave this poem

by Jos de Gruyter and Harald Thys at the Venice Biennale. It’s a display of the human condition. The exhibition features a group of automated puppets set amongst a series of large drawings of pastoral scenes and steel grids that fence off the pavilion’s lateral recesses. Some of these puppets are craftsmen – a musician, a shoemaker, a knife grinder, a spinner – who faithfully exercise their respective skills. It is a utopian world, pure and clean. Around the edges is a parallel world filled with rogueing zombies, poets, psychotics, and dropouts. These two realities coexist in the same space, but appear unaware of one another. They do not touch and this segregation is evident. The pavilion acts as a true promenade, similar to a touristic or anthropological experience reminiscent of an older Europe. Of course what interests me is the poet behaving in ways that are expected/unexpected.

I was lucky enough to visit the Venice Biennale last Sunday and wentr to the Giardinio and Arsenale. It’s quite overpowering 5 and a half hours looking at art from names who are totally unfamiliar. I won’t go through them all but the tone was set with the Belgium display by Jos de Gruyter and Harald Thys. A display of automated puppets some of whom in the centre represent an ideal world (craftsmen, muscians etc) and other around them from the real world behind bars (poets, dropout, zombies etc). In additional each character is given a mini biography which made me think that we all live and are true to our own stories. It’s like an anthropological experience of an older and utopian Europe. https://artreview.com/previews/2019_venice_questionnaire_jos_de_gruyter_and_harald_thys_belgium/

Thursday saw me catching the bus into Guildford (and seeing Paddington Bear) then train to Woking for another Open Mic at The Lightbox. 18 people in all, come to read their poems and listen to Patrick Osada.  Greg Freeman did the honours in the first half while I did the packed  second half and almost got carried away thinking of AA and the poets sitting around sharing their poems/stories.  We finished with time to spare with a few poems by Kitty Coles. I enjoyed very much both hearing the poems and talking with those attending.

The next night I travelled to Waterloo and stopped off at the Poetry Library to get some books and look at a reconstruction of WS Graham’s cottage and workplace.W Then onwards  to The King & Queen for the London launch of Carrie Etter’s fourth collection, The Weather in Normal, with guest readers John Clegg (who introduced proceedings), Kathryn Maris, and Jane Yeh. I sat in the front row and noticed that the person next to me had the same book I’d just borrowed, it was Kathryn. We talked until it was time for the readings.  Kathryn and Jane had two poems each while the lovely Carrie had 10 mins and read brilliantly with emphasis on space and pacing. After that was able to catch up with Susie, wave at Tammy, Jill, before talking to Carrie.

Questions after of course but they had in common an active social side and a love of sharing poems

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