“We don’t want bad poetry” “We don’t want something that’s trite” “We only look for quality work here” “Please don’t send third rate verse”; as if anyone thinks that their writing is trite, lacking in quality, third rate and bad. “Maybe you are the next Rambaud but remember most of our writers are well into their fifties.” The Masters will continue to delude themselves into thinking that they are experts at all of this; as if they are the final word on the literary tradition. And to those who lack a bit of self-confidence; such as Kafka did all those years he was writing, will let their souls sit in the drawer, collect dust; maybe even order a friend to burn their manuscripts after their deaths. The masters have it all under control, so don’t you worry. It’s no wonder that poesy passes for passion; milk passes for blood. The sparrow is mistaken for the lion. Whispers are mistaken for screams. John Gallo |
Oh dear sweet little Jesus, just give me a sweet little gas-chamber to put in it, just for fun, all those Swiss officials and other well-to-do people who handed weird people over to those who ran those real big gas-chambers. Harry R. Wilkens |