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Sometimes, when heroes are worth meeting, you should take a risk and meet them.
Sometimes, when heroes are worth meeting, you should take a risk and meet them.
This is going to be a quick and dirty newsletter, since I'm already a day late. My apologies for this—I've spent the week in Las Vegas for a little "me time"—that is, a few days of smoking cigars and drinking mojitos.
Like a lot of you, in spite of my best efforts, I still find myself thinking about America.
I found a copy of what was probably a college textbook, The Best American Poetry: 1999—edited by the late Robert Bly. 1999 was probably the first year I read anyone's poetry outside of my own and boy howdy, does this book have some bangers.
Lol, I mean, listen. Sometimes you lose something in the edits, you know? You can over-edit a piece and the soul goes straight down the toilet.
This was something I used to post on Instagram, where I process my recent rejections in public. Rejections are a rite of passage and talking about them tells the ones with you, coming behind you—I was here.