Some beautiful words about solitude and self-acceptance.
Long seeking it through others,
I was far from reaching it.
Now I go by myself;
I meet it everywhere.
It is just I myself,
And I am not itself.
Understanding this way,
I can be as I am.
-Tung-Shan
I’m collecting rejections. I’m collecting so many rejections I even added a new category, just for rejection. I was working on a post that would say something witty, deftly-observed and ultimately upbeat about rejections, but you know what? It was pretty fucking boring. So I thought I’d just share with you, no criticism implied or intended, a list of the publications I have collected rejections from.*
The Aurelian
White Pelican Review
Poetry (well, duh)
Schuylkill Valley Journal of the Arts
Ploughshares
Barrelhouse
Hunger Mountain
The Comstock Review
The Florida Review
Mid-American Review
Natural Bridge
Lorraine and James
Alaska Quarterly Review
AGNI
Sou’wester
Gettysburg Review
The Pedestal
Umbrella
Bumbershoot
Front Porch
Painted Bride Quarterly
Arroyo Literary Review
Dash
Not bad, huh? I’m kind of proud of myself.
Now here’s a picture of some pretty paperweights:
* Yes I know you’re not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition. But if you read this blog that’s just the kind of imperfection you’ll have to live with. I mean, that’s where it’s at. You know where I’m coming from?