It is a hard pill to swallow. It is a concept us writers are all too familiar with. I don't think even the most polished, established writer ever gets used to it. How do you get used it? By the time you have delivered it, it has already become your baby. You have nourished and nurtured it for weeks on end before firing it into the cyber void, only for it to be neglected, ignored or out-and-out rejected with one cold phrase: we'll pass on this one. Though my favourite is: we can't give you the green light. Mmmm...kay..can I at least have the yellow light Mr. Editor?
By the end of next year, I expect to cover the walls of this room in its entirity with my rejection letters..I am sure these walls will wear it as a badge of honour. In all seriousness, the first letter of acceptance will be framed and hung right above my desk. Now, let's see who will have the first honour of being hung..Now that sounds inauspicious, nest pas? Being hung!
The superwoman who is my spouse, however, is every writer's dream come true. She is eternally supportive, resolute and high-spirited. If it weren't for her, I don't believe I could or would continue. I lack the stamina that she injects daily in my veins. I am very quick to descend into the self-doubt abyss. After all, each and every query you craft is an extension of yourself. It is hard not to take it personally. So, yes, damn it - I am fucking hurt. Now, where are my chocolate covered marijuana balls?
Monday, December 19, 2005
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Breeding at the same rate as dog fleas
My partner sent me the link below and I could not help but chuckle upon reading and at the same time feel a great sense of relief there are others on the planet who share a similar disdain towards breeders. http://www.failuremag.com/
That is right, breeders: those individuals who continue to bring forth more homo sapiens despite the 6.5 billion that already abound our finite planet. Really, what are they thinking? That the earth is still in need of us, the large destructive mammals we are? On a daily basis, we hear of the unprecedeneted rate at which the earth is being degraded whether it is in the form of global warming or the loss of millions of acres of land. How can anyone in the right mind read about such dire facts and prospects and continue on the self-centred, megalomanical, suicidal path of breeding?
As a hyper-sensitive person, I feel a special sense of repugnance at the sight of this flea-like breeding as more people means more noise, pollution, more cluttered and clustered land. I am in the seventh year of my quest for silence. After 6 different homes and two different countries, I still have not been able to find the tomb-like silence I so need and desire. You know, the sort of silence that death imposes. Nor have I been able to immerse myself in nature..Frolick in it and forget about this "concreted" way of living we have carved out for ourselves.
Really, what does it take to find space and silence in this overpopulated, noisy and dirty world?
Breeders: You shall never garner respect from this sensitive, civilized homo sapien. Not that you care with your fetus carrying bellies and narcissistic, mustpassonmyspecialgenes, animalistic, premordial instincts, but I just thought I would let you know somebody out there loathes you - with a passion.
That is right, breeders: those individuals who continue to bring forth more homo sapiens despite the 6.5 billion that already abound our finite planet. Really, what are they thinking? That the earth is still in need of us, the large destructive mammals we are? On a daily basis, we hear of the unprecedeneted rate at which the earth is being degraded whether it is in the form of global warming or the loss of millions of acres of land. How can anyone in the right mind read about such dire facts and prospects and continue on the self-centred, megalomanical, suicidal path of breeding?
As a hyper-sensitive person, I feel a special sense of repugnance at the sight of this flea-like breeding as more people means more noise, pollution, more cluttered and clustered land. I am in the seventh year of my quest for silence. After 6 different homes and two different countries, I still have not been able to find the tomb-like silence I so need and desire. You know, the sort of silence that death imposes. Nor have I been able to immerse myself in nature..Frolick in it and forget about this "concreted" way of living we have carved out for ourselves.
Really, what does it take to find space and silence in this overpopulated, noisy and dirty world?
Breeders: You shall never garner respect from this sensitive, civilized homo sapien. Not that you care with your fetus carrying bellies and narcissistic, mustpassonmyspecialgenes, animalistic, premordial instincts, but I just thought I would let you know somebody out there loathes you - with a passion.
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