Tar River Alright folks. Last night was a momentous occasion, and I'm writing a journal to celebrate it/mark it in time. I submitted five of my poems, "House Poem," "The Gypsy Wandered In," "Concerto Starnuto," "Blame Late-Night Nature Shows for This Poem," and "Urinal Etiquette" to Tar River, a prestigious U.S. poetry magazine. This journal is also to kind of let them know, in case they find my poems here, that I'm not a plagiarist. Also, it will help me mark the time til I can say to myself that I've been rejected and submit some of the same poems someplace else.
*kLiT-sHy's question of the day:
*How well do you deal with anticipation? disappointment?
Zeal
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<3 Marching
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"So you pick up this picture, this two-dimensional image, and you say, 'That's me...' It takes a story that's actually a fiction to make you and the baby in the picture identical to create your identity."
--Waking Life
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~La Belle Dame sans Merci~
...hope in but a grain of sand, is still hope.
I hold it safe within my hands;
With you, I'd like to share...
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"So you pick up this picture, this two-dimensional image, and you say, 'That's me...' It takes a story that's actually a fiction to make you and the baby in the picture identical to create your identity."
--Waking Life
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"So you pick up this picture, this two-dimensional image, and you say, 'That's me...' It takes a story that's actually a fiction to make you and the baby in the picture identical to create your identity."
--Waking Life
that brews over time, i guess
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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