i don’t understand how civil coping mechanisms is putting out so many books all of a sudden. i suspect it has something to do with their clever spelling of catalog with a(n) ‘u’ and a(n) ‘e’. also, is dying before forty the new “27 club” or are we just going to keep moving up ‘dying young’ by a decade until all the alt lit kids die in their 80s w white lighters clutched in their palms?
i can’t wait til juliet escoria’s black cloud comes out of this catalogue. then i’m going to kill her so she can die young.
“now an aggressive seeming tall attractive girl got close to my face and told me ‘you own that poetry, that poetry is yours, dont let these men tell you that they own your poetry’. i said something like ‘i like it when men take credit for my work’ and she seemed upset. i said ‘okay its my poetry, i wrote it’. she told me she was pan-sexual then bought a copy of my book from spencer and made me sign it in lipstick.”
(mira gonzalez awp recap on hobart)
i like these sentences in a row:
ja rule is playing loudly in the house. i don’t think anybody is here…
theres a foosball table.
the hot tub is steaming.
Felt selfconscious on plane (middle seat) drawing a maze while watching movie in which, it was revealed, an insane murder-suspect drew mazes
obsession with the feeling of being obsessed
to combat winter blues while everything on tumblr is awp-related is to go for a drive in the snow/dark while listening to the classic rock station because first they will play “kashmir”and led zeppelin never fails to put you in a ‘groovy mood’ and then they will play something from pink floyd (“brain damage/eclipse”) which always makes you cry and you’ll pull into your garage and the door will shut behind you but you’ll remain seated in your car like a character from “american beauty”, like some loser with nowhere else to be, and it will be the most beautiful moment of your day.
I’ve written a load of these so you can understand I’m unlikely to make each one personal, as you are apathetic to each submission you reject, so let me converse on as equal terms as I can manage by giving you only slightly more effort than you’ll probably give me.
My book is just as cold as my cover letter. Enjoy.
when yr female writer friend says “i don’t like how weak you are in [this document]” and u wanna say but i am weak. i am weak. why don’t you get it. and then she says she stopped reading [it] at, like, page forty (there are almost 400 pages), and you think, why does she not understand how weak i am? how have i fooled her this long? who else have i fooled? what is happening? and then you go back and stare at the document some more. embrace yr weakness. cuz what else is there to do? this is you now. or this is part of you. now. then. whatever.
i’m watching the movie because i’m too lazy to read Dreiser when i’m on my period. (i’ve felt like george eastman a few times in my life.) (on edit: i have also, once or twice, identified strongly with angela vickers.) (“strongly” is a strong word. lol.) (“a place in the sun" is one of the most beautiful, saddest movies i have ever seen.) (on edit: i am no longer on my period and have begun "An American Tragedy.") (on edit: i guess you could say monty clift is "weak" in this movie.)