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2002-05-28 - 2:27 p.m. |
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Rejection letter #1 arrived today. Or rather, rejection slip. Blue. Printed with the following: �Though the enclosed material has not worked out for MR, we thank you for thinking of us and hope you will find a place for your work. The Editors� Also on the blue slip: a tiny handwritten �sorry.� I was surprised by my initial reaction to this news. I�ve been anxiously checking my mail every day, knowing that I have many such slips to gather. I have absolutely zero hope of having any of my work published. This is merely an exercise. This is me trying to pretend that I have a plan. So. Collect rejection slips. That�s what writers do. But I found myself approaching the envelope with my returned poems and the blue slip enclosed with something close to dread. And embarrassment. I feel sorry for these hopelessly flawed poems. Poor dears. What were they thinking, asking to be read by the big bad poets of The Massachusetts Review? I�m over all that now. But that handwritten �sorry.� I mean, come on. Is there an undergraduate assistant whose internship requires her to personalize each rejection letter? And is such a piddly personalization more insulting than none at all? Yes indeed it is. I like my bad news straight up, thank you, much as I like my whisky. I�m kidding of course. I don�t drink hard alcohol. |
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