Two manuscripts go out in the mail today. The insanity begins in earnest, again. It's been a while, a year almost. It gets me nostalgiac for the old Alabama days, which were horrid, but also wonderful. And I miss the secret printing lab, where we could print out untold copies of our manuscripts for free. When they handed them to you, they were warm, like bread.
I haven't printed the manuscript out in a long time. It's slim, 57 pages, but not insubstantial. On good paper, it has a pleasing heft to it.
It reminds me to be confident in my work. To believe others will value it.
About Me
- Paul
- Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
4 comments:
good luck, paul.
speaking of valuing your work . . .
can i buy/get you to sign another copy of resurrection? my current copy is going to a friend tomorrow as a gift.
(also, do you have any idea how black lawrence is handling refunds on pre-orders?)
Sure, you can get another copy. I have a couple to mail out. Just email me.
As for refunds, I imagine that will be happening soon.
Email publisher@blacklawrencepress.com to find out more.
Stay strong, brother man.
Too, your 'heft' comment made me think of Sweet and Lowdown:
"And I don't mean fat! You've got some heft. Makes a man feel... like he's been someplace."
I doubt that this poor paraphrase is at all relevant, but, well, I'm an idiot, so. ; )
I admire your moxie, Paul.
I always loved the blue ink, smell, and heat of poems fresh off the mimeograph machine, but that technology died.
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