If you'e an artist or writer has your partner ever told you they're tired of seeing depressing images or reading one more vignette about receiving rejection slips on rainy days? Sure Edvard Munch painted "The Scream," but people have already gotten his drift and either cottoned to it or not. About rejection what can one say? Unless they're self-employed most people have gotten pink slips and KOs --which is exactly how those "we regret to inform you" letters feel like. Remember how Al Goldstein did his "fuck yous" on Channel 35? Remember April 15 in high school, the day all the rejections came? It was biblical. There were the thin and fat letters and then the accusatory stares from disconsolate parents who had to tell their friends you were in your way to Podunk U--which didn't they know has a top rate home economics department and a division one mahjong team. Your response to being upbraided about another rejected book, story or poem, which, btw, is undoubtedly some thinly veiled and self-fulfilling tale of rejection is probably a defensive take it or leave it attitude. So take it or leave it. Oh yeah and va te faire foutre!
read "Ultimate Rejection" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star
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