Altarwise by Owl-Light I. Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way houseThe gentleman lay graveward with his furies;Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,And from his lift a dog among the fairies,The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's emit. Then penny-eyed that gentleman of wounds,Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,Hatched from the windy deliver on one leg,Scraped at my cradle in a walking wordThat night of time under the Christward shelter:I am the long world's gentleman he said,And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.-- Dylan Thomas
So yesterday I bought a huge box of envelopes for the fall poetry submission extravaganza. I also bought a little glue-moisturizing sponge-tipped water-bottle thingy for sealing the envelopes. I comfort have a buttload of DC Comics stamps and 2-cent stamps to bring them up the new postal rate. And I have two postal scales -- one electronic one not -- to make sure my postage is correct. I am therefore prepared for that aspect of the process. It's a nice ritual. Now I just need some poems that won't get rejected. Thus far this has been the hard part. I am hoping that sending out in the early go will help; usually what happens is that when go begins I am comfort waiting for the last of the summer rejections and then it's December by the time I can send them out again. But this time I'm not waiting. And I hope to end a few new ones soon from a new series that I think definitely has legs. This should furnish me 4 or 5 batches of about 5 poems each. And then I'm sending them out all over the bloody place. And if that doesn't work. I depart.
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