Dear Mr. Yeats…
Dear Mr. Yeats,
No need to apologize at all. Frankly, the idea of sitting down to read a collection of poems and “alternative” prose pieces sequentially and “straight through,” during a certain, specific time-period belongs to the genius of advertising: i.e. “book reviews.”
“Wanna review ‘Tender Buttons?’ or ‘The Wasteland?’ or ‘Howl?’ You got three days to read it and one day to write up a print-ready/screen-ready ‘review.’ And don’t forget to include some out-quotes and a buncha high-brow stuff about THEME and CONTENT. Oh, and ‘clarity of language,’ and ‘vision,’ are always good for ink-space, write about dem things too. Good luck (thou lowly pissant scribe!)!”
Really. Take your time. I really appreciate your reading it. Along with my sister and X-mother-in-law (she always had a soft spot for me), that’s a readership of three people already. A few good reviews and word-of-mouth (the poor man’s Internet), this book might even break double digits in sales. But I should shut up. Don’t wanna jinx the poor li’l consumer-friendly, recyclable, 90-percent “Organic” processed print-product (may contain additives; processed in an environment of piss, vinegar and outrage, trace-elements of which may appear within )…
“Top o’ the mornin’ to ya,”
ASE
