Recently, while I was at a month-long literary function, I had a gentleman approach me after I’d read my work one evening. He bashfully said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t present as a poet. No one would ever guess that you write poetry.” By this, he meant that I don’t look like the poet-type, which in his mind included “nonstandard” clothing, diverse choices regarding hairstyle, piercings, tattoos, and other hackneyed hallmarks of eccentric artists. He also probably meant that I don’t sound like a modern poet, given my native Floridian dialect, one which people often mistake for an accent found elsewhere in the South (I’ve heard guesses ranging from Georgia/Alabama to Texas; it’s always fun).

He went on to compliment my work, praise my reading, and buy my most recent book, all of which I appreciated. But his other words stuck with me; what (if anything) should I be doing to brand myself better as a poet? Would such a choice put my audience more at ease with me? Should I adapt to the common appearance code expected from literary individuals? After allowing these inquiries to rest a while in the recesses of my brain, I came to a conclusion.

In an age consumed by ideas of identity and persona, I choose to remain the most all-encompassing version of myself. Yes, I’m a poet, but I also “wear the hats” of husband, father, teacher, pretty fair gardener, and many, many other roles. Not all of these need to be on display all the time to assure the general public that what they see is what they get. The literary community has long prided itself on embracing differences; one wonders if this attitude includes someone who dresses like a banker, talks (a little) like a cowboy, and is built like a manual laborer. Is there room at the table for one who chooses to look more like Billy Collins and less like Post Malone?

For all its good intentions, the writerly crowd still struggles with a one-sided view of diversity. Many patrons of the arts still look to skin hue, pronoun choice, and other superficial indicators to determine if someone meets their criteria for “creative.” There is some fun in defying these expectations, but there is also concern that we remain in an era where, despite hue and cry for “acceptance,” some members of a reading audience determine works’ worth by the author’s aesthetic choices.

As an educator, I have a piece of advice I offer to high school students who are attempting to express their individuality through fashion choices, body changes, and attention-getting behaviors: “Nonconformity is the greatest conformity here. Yes, you’re different…just like everybody else.” This often grates on the sensitivities of adolescents who feel certain they’ve struck true originality gold, but it remains true. Altering the cover of your book isn’t going to edit its contents. I don’t plan to change mine anytime soon.