Thursday, April 17, 2008
In Honor Of National Poetry Month
We deeply regret having to use this form letter
Please be assured
Your work is like piss in the Pacific
It pains us to inform you
Your rent is due
Look unto the mailbox
from whence cometh your next soul-crushing rejection letter
Why do you continue to torture yourself this way?
What makes you think anyone wants to read your
pitiful little moments of joy or beauty or truth or revelation
Your ornate ways of presenting simplicity
Your overt attempts to turn the mundane
into a thing of transcendent glory
Your supine opine
Your so-called clever use of alliteration
Your assonance and innocence
Your metaphors and mindfucks
Your illusions and invitations
Your passions and sorrows
Pains and sufferings
Your subtle repetition for dramatic affect
Your attempts to build to a climactic rise and clever resolution
That will fall into the lap of your reader like a ripe plum
Surprising him with its satisfying sweetness
Bringing a small smile to the corner of her unwitting mouth
And carving the merest notch
into the edge of a heart brimming with discontent.
We wish you luck.
by Julie Hall, in celebration of a drawer full of rejection letters.