I don’t know whether it is a hereditary characteristic, but our little family is altogether too prone to lie awake at nights hating ourselves for stupidities—technical or verbal or whatever—and to let careless, cruel remarks fester until they blossom in something like ulcer attacks—I know that during these last days I’ve been fighting an enormous battle with myself.
Posts Tagged: journals
The New Yorker has unlocked a selection of Jack Kerouac’s journals that ran in the magazine back in 1998. Beginning with his near-completion of Town and City, and ending days after its publication, the text captures the growing pains of a 25-year-old author:
Got form-rejection card from Macmillan’s.
Lately, over crumb-laden dinner tables and cups of coffee and on windy hillsides I ask friends, family, and peripheral acquaintances whether or not they write in a journal....more
Okay, the Slate video was cute the way it compared newspaper reporters to starving children in Africa, but it reminded me of something the poet Jake Adam York suggested on Facebook a few months ago–that with the large number of both university and independent journals seeing their funding drying up due to the bad economy, everyone who submits to journals ought to subscribe to one new journal a month....more