I am convinced that poetry editors must also be poetry writers - makes sense on a common sense, purely logical level, I mean who else would want to read poetry all day and evaluate its aesthetic value? a brain surgeon?! But the major reason I say that is because every rejection I've received over the last month has arrived between 1am and 3 am. We all know poets don't sleep, right? ;) At something like 1:30 am I got my rejection from The Modern Review. Of course, they're in Wisconsin apparently, so it was more like 11:30 pm their time I believe, but even so, that's well past normal working hours.
Another rejection - another that wasn't seething or horrible, which is good because I couldn't have taken it at the time if it had been. Don't get me wrong, I didn't hop up and celebrate the rejection, but it could have been much worse!
You know, I've gotten so many rejections lately, I should start evaluating the tone of all the rejections on a scale of one to ten - one being "made me want to drown my self-loathing in mass quantities of opiates" and ten being, "Wow, this was so nice I invited the guy out for dinner and drinks tomorrow night!"
Yeah, probably not, but if I were going to do that, TMR would get at least a 6, maybe more, since the receiving mood was pretty shot to hell after the day that was yesterday. Very professional, gentle but not friendly. Invited me to submit again next reading period. Sounded pretty much like a form letter, which is par for the course for a busy editor.
God knows how they survive reading the volumes of poetry that, for whatever reason, doesn't make it into each issue.