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The Dolphin With the Revolver in Its Teeth
Sep. 5th, 2010 09:54 amhttp://www.contracostatimes.com/obituaries/ci_15962229?nclick_check=1
I was one of the poets who looked forward to rejection by Kayak.
Given what I have come to think of as the infinite bibliographic resources of the Internet, I am stunned to find that if anyone has reproduced the whole run of Kayak magazine rejection slips, they have listed them under the same obscure sort of search term as the subject heading above. All I can find, apart from the one reproduced in the NY Times, is the subscription renewal form reproduced above.
Which is as George Hitchcock would have wanted, I'm sure.
I had, accurately as it turned out, referred only a few evenings ago to my cherished collection of rejection slips from "the late George Hitchcock." I had the false recollection of having read his obituary several years back, along with Guy Davenport and all those other literary/artistic polymaths of his generation.
I may have written before of how my "Hard Times in Budapest," eventually published in Daimon, elicited from him not just a rejection slip but a one-sentence explanation of why my belief was incorrect that the author of "What to Say to the Pasha" would appreciate this fresh cento of appropriated sentences from a government-issued language textbook.
Has anyone ever started a conceptual-art poetry magazine? It would consist of nothing but the editor's memorably designed rejection slips, which would be inserted into the self-addressed stamped envelopes along with the poems, which would be returned unread. No issue of the magazine would ever appear, since by definition any poem submitted to it would fail to meet its needs at this time.
I'd found it myself but I don't have the time or the design sensibilities to produce the rejection slips. Submissions would also be accepted online, where the rejection slips would be digital.
I was one of the poets who looked forward to rejection by Kayak.
Given what I have come to think of as the infinite bibliographic resources of the Internet, I am stunned to find that if anyone has reproduced the whole run of Kayak magazine rejection slips, they have listed them under the same obscure sort of search term as the subject heading above. All I can find, apart from the one reproduced in the NY Times, is the subscription renewal form reproduced above.
Which is as George Hitchcock would have wanted, I'm sure.
I had, accurately as it turned out, referred only a few evenings ago to my cherished collection of rejection slips from "the late George Hitchcock." I had the false recollection of having read his obituary several years back, along with Guy Davenport and all those other literary/artistic polymaths of his generation.
I may have written before of how my "Hard Times in Budapest," eventually published in Daimon, elicited from him not just a rejection slip but a one-sentence explanation of why my belief was incorrect that the author of "What to Say to the Pasha" would appreciate this fresh cento of appropriated sentences from a government-issued language textbook.
Has anyone ever started a conceptual-art poetry magazine? It would consist of nothing but the editor's memorably designed rejection slips, which would be inserted into the self-addressed stamped envelopes along with the poems, which would be returned unread. No issue of the magazine would ever appear, since by definition any poem submitted to it would fail to meet its needs at this time.
I'd found it myself but I don't have the time or the design sensibilities to produce the rejection slips. Submissions would also be accepted online, where the rejection slips would be digital.
