To add insult to injury, the Beloit Poetry Journal not only rejected my poems, but sent them back to me caked in some sort of food-type substance. The rejection slip is complete with actual crumbs and an oily finger print- I wish the photo's did the food smear more justice, but you can barely see the juicy goodness. Of course, only the first page has the nasty, stucky film, and I can deduce law-and-order style that the rest of the pages were never even touched.
This is a first for me, I must admit. I like this journal a lot and have been rejected several times, but this is the first one with a gift inside :) Maybe next time, they'll cushion the blow by sending me a whole piece of cake, not just the crumbs. There's definitely a poem in this.
6 comments:
At least it wasn't snot!
I admit I sometimes spill coffee on my students poems, and even a bit of red wine occasionally:) No crumbs though. Too bad the food didn't put them in a better mood.
I forgot to inquire about Colorado. Do tell.
Oh, I just added you to my links page but Kevin spelled your name wrong: Mackenzi Carrignan. Sorry about that. I'll try to get him to change it before he departs for Scotland.
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Snot or red wine would have made for better stories. Snot is gross and red wine is romantic. Greasy crumbs are just. . .sinister.
Mackenzi Carrignan. Geeze- my real name is bad enough! Kevin gets a nuggie for that one :)
I'd be tempted to write them back. Not sure what I'd say, but it's just WRONG.
Now I feel bad that my recent rejection from them didn't even come back with a little sustenance...
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