The editors of the
establishment, they think, they think, but for the most they are think-less
creatures, I mean thinkers—
But alas, they are
the go-between the real thinkers.
In most cases the
editors have in the past, failed as a writer, so they become an editor.
And these are the
watchdogs for today’s literature.
As well as manuscript
readers, and magazine editors, and book publishing editors, failure at their
own writings, we get the most unfit, judging the most fit.
And these editors
judge harshly, especially genius. As well, this stands for the reviewers,
likewise.
They have failed in
poetry as well as fiction; but the few great critics, and editors out there,
and they are out there, for I know a few of them, but are as rare as comets.
Equally, true to this
observation, we can add the great prize-giving’s: by editors, to whom they
please: such as: the Pulitzer, the National Book Awards, the Nobel for
Literature, The Bram Stoker Award, and a heap of others… they look more at who
published the work, than the content; or the sales of the book, not the message;
or it’s, who you know!
Then how does one
win?
You must gamble, it
is a thousand to one, because they will oppose you.
Ask God for a
miracle.
Burn to ashes
anything that gets in your way.
By and large, such
people are battle-fatigued giants that are too stubborn to lay down dead,
—
And so they achieve
the impossible.
The last hope:
perhaps a real thinking editor makes it possible, that rare comet arrives, and
surprises you! (Anything’s
possible in one’s lifetime.)
Don’t get me wrong,
I’m not out to change the world, I am just a poet telling you how the world is,
as I see it.
No: 4464 (7-11-2014)
