Poetry is for suckers.

I've been organizing my study (still!) and ran across the sheaf of communications I've had with poetry contests and little magazine editors. To wit:


On one hand, rejection; on the other, slim encouragement.

I felt this was a good illustration.

But hey, this can't mean what it seems to mean, can it?

In any case, I think I'll burn the rejections, because who needs that kind of negative thing hanging around my study-of-power? (which will soon be spic and span and ready for a new bamboo [check out the renewable resource!] floor.)