Sunday, June 26, 2005

McSweeney's Loves to hate me

Hey Beverly,

Thanks for sending this. I think we're gonna pass, though. With a pink, cozy smile,
jordan (from mcsweeney's)
(here is the poem)

Fun Squeeze Parkay in "shocking pink"

What alignment of the planets, what satellite messages of mysterious origin
led the good people in Downer's Grove Illinois, at Parkay Headquarters to this—
a pink squeeze bottle that dispenses a sort of margarine product
so grotesque, so unnatural, so cheerfully pink
that the corner store feels compelled to carry it complete with a terrifying picture of a waffle
adorned with a pink, cozy smile?
(If this is not a sign of the coming apolocalypse what is?)

5 Comments:

Blogger siri lakshmi said...

ah you are really kicking ass in this rejection thing. that poem is very cool, btw. we can use it in our nhwc lit mag for sure :)
tell jon conine that i am practicing my chords and look forward to learning 'power chords'.

12:29 PM  
Blogger Steve Ross said...

Man, this rejection says it all. Also, power chords are pretty simp.

1:02 PM  
Blogger Beverly Writer said...

looks like steve can help you with the power chords. I am sans cars so that means one of two things:
1. somebody has to give me a ride to the new haven train station by witching hour (11:18) or 2. I gotta get my man to come pick me up.

1:12 PM  
Blogger siri lakshmi said...

i'll take care of you :)

1:36 PM  
Blogger Beverly Writer said...

The thing I love about this is the support we get for rejection. It stings, but then I get props for trying.

3:23 PM  

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