Thursday, January 30, 2014

Why I Write, Part x+255: In Praise of Aid Yet Unreceived

How many move ahead in dread of the editor,
That sternest of depressing expression-doctors,
Who looks at your work down his long nose, a slide to hell
and pronounces the whole thing to be ailing, most unwell,

But the great ones stick that nose in, and not the whole face,
Work that narrow, ferocious funnel down from a remarkable brain
Which is pinpointing-finicky and always engaged.

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