hell is a closed door-
even when starving
the rejection slips hardly ever bothered me:
I only believed that the editors were
and I just went on and wrote more and
I even considered rejects as
action; the worst was the empty
if I had a weakness or a dream
that I only wanted to see one of these
who rejected me,
to see his or her face, the way they
dressed, the way they walked across a
room, the sound of their voice, the look
in their eye…
just one look at one of
you see, when all you look at is
a piece of printed paper
telling you that you
aren’t very good,
then there is a tendency
to think that they editors
are more god-like than
hell is a closed door
when you’re starving for your god-
but sometimes you feel at least like having a
young or old, good or bad,
I don’t think anything dies as slow and
as hard as a
-The Last Night of The Earth Poems. Charles Bukowski.
I’ve just now read this poem for the first time. Which is fitting. I received a rejection email yesterday. I was told they needed to pass because my poems were *****, however they also wished me luck concerning my revision process and continued writing.
I considered the feedback from the editor to be incredibly helpful. I am determined.
It’s fun, now that I’ve gotten myself to understand what I was doing. And, I was doing it wrong. See, WordPress is a handy tool. I like it. Now, I write and toss the rest. And here is where I put it. Meaning, the rest.
Ah! and the amount of publications looking for the hidden…that’s what I hadn’t’ known before. What a puppy I was being.
I hope this finds you well, and if it does, I hope you find it well too.
I like whisky. I like beer. I think I’ll have both today. Today is important.
Let’s wonder how far one ripple will go
edges box thoughts
Let’m go and play
A sound balances-
As Hemingway writes-
Enjoy your eggs with whiskey
‘You cannot dissect for emotion,’ Doc went on. ‘If a human body were found by another species and dissected, there would be no possible way of knowing about its emotions or its thoughts.’ John Steinbeck. Sweet Thursday.
I write in my books. I rip corners off pages. It’s been a long while since I read this book. It didn’t take a long while to find one of my favorite lines.
Beer! I’ve updated my about page. Let me know if you think I ought to add something. And, while you’re at it, smash a beer. It’s good for your soul.
Link to my about:
We would like to read now. The sun has set. We can no longer sit on our porch. There is no inside to be with. Our house isn’t filled for us. Let’s take a pull of something nice and see what’s to see.
If you’re going to be crazy, look good being it.