A couple months back, Molly Gaudry posted in her blog a poem called "Some days even a cup of coffee is violence," composed of sentences from blogs she reads regularly. The poem was a fascinating exploration of writers' melancholy, and inspired me to take a crack at constructing a narrative piece using "found sentences" from blogs in my Google Reader. I ended up liking the outcome better than I'd expected, and decided to try submitting it a few places to see how it fared. I promised to keep this blog's readers, including Molly, updated on the piece's fate.
I am now very happy to announce "My Mother's Funeral" was accepted for the first issue of Artifice Magazine, forthcoming in January 2010.
Here's a list of places versions of this story (I chopped a bit off excess stuff off nearly every time I submitted, constantly honing) were rejected -- for the sake of full disclosure and because it might be of interest to this blog's readers... hopefully none of these pubs will be pissed off I mentioned them, I don't think any of them are the type that would be.
~Abjective
~eyeshot
~DIAGRAM
~Blake Butler/Lamination Colony's "Not a Contest" contest
...and pending at 5_Trope and Corduroy Mtn.
Me
- Tim Jones-Yelvington
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
- I live and write in Chicago. I work at Crossroads Fund, a public foundation that funds grassroots social justice groups in the Chicago area.
e·jac·u·la·tion n. 1. The expulsion of seminal fluid from the urethra of the penis during orgasm. 2. A sudden short exclamation, especially a brief pious utterance or prayer. "Four figures emerged from this preoccupation with sex…targets and anchorage points for the ventures of knowledge: the hysterical woman, the masturbating child, the Malthusian couple, and the perverse adult." --Michel Foucalt
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2 comments:
Oh, this is great news, Tim! Congrats!
And we're totally psyched to have 'My Mother's Funeral!' r. (Artifice Managing Ed.)
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