I enclose an email I am sending after reading discouraging submission guidelines and thinking, dear blogfriends, about the titanic energy those few privileged poets who publish a collection must have... I feel very weak thinking of them.
Dear-------, I am an Italian teacher of English. I have contacted you many times in the past, but the contact got somehow always lost, three or four times. It's clear that it's almost impossible for me to submit.
I have anyway finally put together a collection, but I read that you have a list of booked manuscript until 2015.
But if I wait, and live, until 2015, on that year you will have a list until 2018 and so on.
I enclose to this email my manuscript which I also have on print and God, if he likes, will provide.
Life is short.
By the way, I have never heard from you about some poems of mine you told me you had selected in the only message you sent me two years ago.
Anyway, considering our past exchanges, characterized mainly by unanswered messages of mine I doubt I will ever hear from you.
All the same all my best.