Friday, February 1, 2013
Interfictions OPEN FOR SUBMISSIONS!
Some of you may know of the Interstitial Arts Foundation and the two Interfictions anthologies. NewPages.com described Interfictions 2 as "the paradoxical feat of containing what does not want to be contained: a collection of inventive, genre-flouting stories that unnerve as much as they delight."
That's what we want.
From our official call for subs:
"Inter: between. Sistere: to stand. Interstitial writing breaks rules, transgresses boundaries, and cross-pollinates the fields of literature. Working between, across, through, and around the borders of literary forms, it falls between the cracks of other movements, terms, and definitions. We are looking for work that blurs the lines between literary genres (contemporary realism, mystery, historical, fantasy, speculative fiction, westerns), as well as pieces that bridge fiction and nonfiction, prose and poetry."
You can find more detailed guidelines, including pay rates, and submit your work here.
Christopher Barzak and Meghan McCarron are the fiction editors; I'm the editor for poetry and nonfiction.
WHAT you say WHAT HOW CAN SHE BE THE EDITOR FOR POETRY AND NONFICTION THERE IS NO POETRY OR NONFICTION IT IS ALL INTERSTITIAL. You're right! I'm already finding it odd to divide things into these categories. Of course, I'm looking for essays discussing interstitial work as well as essays that push the form, so there will be some of those. But there could also be poems that are essays, like Anne Carson's The Glass Essay which is one of my favorite things. Even to say poetry--I mean, poetry is already all over the place, in the cracks of everything, so what's an interstitial poem exactly? Poets, YOU TELL ME. I do love prose poems, so I hope I get some of those, but I also hope I get works that make me think about form in new ways.
And essays! I'm looking forward to the essays! The essay is the most exciting form that people think is boring. The essay is the most exciting form that usually is boring. Poor Essay! The essay is shackled by convention, weighed down by terrible memories of high school English classes, stifled by anxiety, resentment and self-doubt. The essay smells like gym socks and looks like homework. The essay SUCKS. That's why it's one of the most thrilling forms you can play with. The essay actually wants to play. When you take it outside, it runs around screaming for joy. Then it bursts into tears and tells you all its secrets. The essay is lonely, people. The essay needs you! Submit to Interfictions!
Posted by Sofia at 8:06 AM