A small poetry magazine has agreed to publish one of my poems. I am very excited about it. I feel so...so...writerish - I am seriously considering growing a beard and becoming a homosexual. It's so amazing. Two years ago I couldn't even spell the word "librettist" - now I are one.
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Unfortunatly, my happiness is bittersweet: The editor of the magazine wanted to edit the poem for publication. At first I was indignate at the idea of anyone tampering with "My Art." I discussed the problem with my friend, Connie. "Well," she said with a blank look on her face, "isn't that what an editor is supposed to do? edit things?" Connie was right, of course (she always is). I relented and gave my permission to revise the poem - beggars, as they say, cannot be choosers.
The ironic thing about all of this is that I haven't had a poetic idea in almost two months - except of a couple of lame titles ("A Drunken T.V. Dream," and "Light Weight Ammunition for the Hippies") I have been dry as a bone. But I continue to write. My next goal is to have a short story published.
As mentioned above - the poetry magazine has "agreed" to publish my poem; it hasn't happened yet. If it does, I will post the news. Here.
POST SCRIPT: Current reading.
Donald Barthelme's "40 Stories" and "Sixty Stories."
"The Complete Stories of Truman Capote."
Jim DeRogatis' "Staring in Sound: the true story of Oklahoma's fabulous Flaming Lips."*
Henry Miller's "Big Sur." (I'm up to page 156!)
* I have posted a review of the Flaming Lips' new album in the "review" section of Lit.Org.