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Altarwise by Owl-Light

I.

Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream.
Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds,
Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,
With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,
Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg,
Scraped at my cradle in a walking word
That night of time under the Christward shelter:
I am the long world's gentleman, he said,
And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.



-- Dylan Thomas

16 September 2007

Keyword: Saturation Bombing

So yesterday I bought a huge box of envelopes for the fall poetry submission extravaganza. I also bought a little glue-moisturizing sponge-tipped water-bottle thingy for sealing the envelopes. I still have a buttload of DC Comics stamps and 2-cent stamps to bring them up the new postal rate. And I have two postal scales -- one electronic, one not -- to make sure my postage is correct. I am therefore prepared for that aspect of the process. It's a nice ritual.

 Now I just need some poems that won't get rejected. Thus far, this has been the hard part. I am hoping that sending out in the early fall will help; usually, what happens is that when fall begins I am still waiting for the last of the summer rejections, and then it's December by the time I can send them out again. But this time I'm not waiting.

 And I hope to finish a few new ones soon from a new series that I think definitely has legs. This should give me 4 or 5 batches of about 5 poems each.

 And then I'm sending them out all over the bloody place.

And if that doesn't work, I quit.
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