Sam Kashner, reviewing his decision to give up poetry (by now many years old), says:
“Poetry was turning out to be a mug’s game after all. Whoever said that – I think it was T.S. Eliot, the most successful poet of the century – was right. You wait around for your SASE (self-addressed stamped envelope) to come back, your poems rejected from The New Yorker in your own handwriting. You see the fiction writers getting all the attention.”
There is something about that SASE, fat with rejection, looking up at you in your own handwriting …
There’s something about that that requires the ellipsis.
…
source: When I Was Cool: my life at the Jack Kerouac School by Sam Kashner. HarperCollins, New York. 2004.
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