I'm busy these days trying to edit my school's Lit Mag, working to pay off debts ...
File for bankruptcy. That's how millionaires get out from under their debts.
Editing a school lit mag sounds like a great idea. Should get you some action from lonely female poets.
"Of course I'm going to publish your poem, Gwendolyn. If you could just help me with this little problem I have ..."
Christ, if only it
was like that. Instead, we've gotten these gems:
- A mini-dictionary of dragons, referring to them as "wyrms." Looks a great deal like it was copied out of a book. Covers at least five different varieties of dragon, all apparantly European in origin.
- Fourteen haikus, all by the same person, seemingly pumped out like a crackwhore squeezes out little fetuses. Haikus are the bane of high school lit mag editor's existence, I swear. Seventeen syllables of pain. This girl was also the one who submitted the mini-dictionary of dragons.
- "The Dragons are Singing Tonight": I don't know if it was an original work or not but there was a picture of a dragon singing or something plus poetry that I never read. It was a visual abortion.
- One haiku that was about the pain a black rose feels or something like that. Also, it included a nice illustration of a black rose, but since it was on lined paper even
if it was put in, we couldn't transfer the rose.
- Various poems from girlfriends to boyfriends, dealing with various levels of pain and loss. They're horrible.
After we didn't have an issue last year because the editor was a stoner who never did anything, I wanted this year to be really good and respectable. I'll be lucky to squeeze 70 pages of decent material. And, unlike other school zines, we have no funding from the school. But since we're flying under the radar, that means we'll be able to have some leeway when it comes to profanity and obscenity.
