It seems wise to me to allow for a certain "Voodoo Factor" when it comes to the choosing of particular manuscripts. For example, my poem "Blue-Crested Cry" that Christian took for last December's issue had previously been rejected by The Hudson Review. Tenacity is the better part of art, and I am always reminded of an old seventies song I loved as a kid:
"There ain't no good guy,
there ain't no bad guy.
There's only you and me
and we just disagree."
For us as artists, especially, dealing in such a subjective pursuit, I think bearing this in mind will cut down on a lot of cell-destroying bitterness.
J
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