Monday, August 09, 2010


A little sweetness and rejection for Monday: The Astrology of Literary Rejection.

Mine managed to be pithy but boring. This is the kind of thing that makes me believe in my Cancer ascendant [with apologies for previous enormous mistake. This is what happens when you write a post as you chat about IWE on the phone]:
Dear Landon,
Your submission was so upsetting that my doctor had to create an entirely new cocktail–a pinata, if you will–of anti-depressants for me. I briefly considered jumping off the roof of my building to alleviate my suffering, however, this would require leaving the house. Instead I took to my bed with Celine’s Journey to the End of the Night, Primo Levi’s Survival in Auschwitz and a favorite Elliott Smith playlist to cheer myself up.
I am feeling better now, thanks. But I want nothing to do with your submission.
The Editor

Hmm. But remember it's a Monday and one needs cheering up. [Via Silliman]


km said...

You got Elliott Smith on the playlist. My sympathies.

//love the guy's music, but it's sometimes just TOO heavy. He also had a Beatles fixation, btw. If you haven't heard him, check it out sometime.

dipali said...

Now one knows what to expect:(
Word verification says bulisit- most apt, methinks!