More Bukowski in the Afternoon - 04.26.02 - 3:58 pm Look!
For your reading pleasure:
hell is a closed door by: Charles Bukowski
even when starving the rejection slips hardly ever bothered me: I only believed that the editors were truly stupid and I just went on and wrote more and more I even considered rejects as action; the worst was the empty mailbox.
if I had a weakness or a dream it was that I only wanted to see one of these editors who rejected me, to see his or her face, the way they dressed, the way they walked across a room, the sound of their voice, the look in their eye... just one look at one of them-
you see, when all you look at is a piece of printed paper telling you that you aren't very good, then there is a tendency to think that the editors are more god-like than they are.
hell is a closed door when you're starving for your god- damned art but sometimes you feel at least like having a peek through the keyhole. young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.