|   REJECTION LETTERS. 
             I had a nice time recently. I had the opportunity 
                to read some of my writing to a paying (and paying attention) 
                audience. I've read out in public before, now and again, mostly 
                on subways or from the inside of dumpsters, but this time was 
                important to me for reasons that could only be explained in a 
                proper diary, which this is not. (I like you plenty, but do you 
                really think I'd let you read my personal diary? I mean, honestly: 
                who would 
                do that?) 
              The reading was something I'd pictured in my head 
                for a while, with a spectrum of imagined results, ranging from 
                being french-kissed by a literary/film/television agent to wetting 
                myself 5 seconds prior to hitting the stage. Turns out I got really 
                drunk beforehand, tried to french-kiss a production assistant 
                on Daddy-O, then wet myself 5 seconds after hitting 
                the stage, so it seems all of my neuroses were unfounded after 
                all. 
              A lot of friendly faces attended, obscuring my view 
                of all the hostile faces. And I pronounced everything clearly 
                and correctly. (Unlike a recent reading, during which I pronounced 
                misanthropy like this: "miss-en-THROW-pee." This is, 
                unfortunately, 100% true.) I haven't felt that good about my writing 
                in a while, actually. I even carried a tape recorder to capture 
                the entire event for posterity and for downloading at tremble. 
                And then I forgot to hit 'record'. (Did I mention that I was a 
                bit nervous?)  
              In lieu of that, here is the first half of what 
                I read at Luna's 'Eating 
                It' series on Monday night, Feb. 12th. The second half of 
                my reading was a piece I've already published 
                on tremble, although I basically re-wrote it from scratch for 
                the performance. And, as an online-only bonus, I've included 
                additional pieces that were written for this part of the performance 
                but weren't read, for reasons of forced brevity or inferior quality. 
                Or were they? 
              As it sort of begs for a proper title, I would like 
                to call it, tentatively: 
               REJECTION LETTERS FROM VARIOUS PUBLISHERS 
                IN RESPONSE TO WRITTEN SOLICTIONS FROM ME REGARDING THE PROCUREMENT 
                OF FREELANCE WRITING WORK AND/OR PUBLICATION OF PREVIOUSLY WRITTEN 
                MATERIALS OR, "THE DAEDELUS PROJECT" 
              ***** 
              (from READER'S DIGEST) 
              We are returning the "campus crack-ups" you recently 
                submitted for our consideration. We have considered them - we 
                consider them poor. Your story about the freshman student who 
                discovers his roommate has been tranquilizing him with Ether gas 
                each night to have sex with him doesn't really fit our definition 
                of "crack-up." Moreover, I question the originality of your story. 
                I mean, the incident you described totally happened at my school 
                - except it was nitrous oxide instead of Ether. 
              (a duplicate of this letter was sent to me, in 
                large-print format) 
              ***** 
              Thank you for proposal but we have no immediate 
                plans to institute a monthly horoscope column in SCIENTIFIC 
                AMERICAN. It's just not our thing. Perhaps your suggestion 
                would be more suitable in another publication, such as TIGER 
                BEAT or THE NEW ENGLAND JOURNAL OF MEDICINE. 
              (at this point, the editor or copy assistant 
                went into great lengths detailing the publishing mission of SCI 
                AM, including buzzwords such as "recombinant genetics", 
                "string theory", and "gnome clothes." then 
                the tone of the letter changes significantly:) 
              Oh my goodness. It seems we've mis-read your letter. 
                You were not proposing traditional horoscopes - you were proposing 
                'horror-scopes.' Sounds spooky. Still, not really for us what 
                with our dedication to the pursuit of the rational, but please 
                do not give up the 'ghost' ; ). 
              ***** 
              (this letter was directly from the editor of 
                MODERN CAVEMAN U.K.) 
               
                Dear Levin, 
              Me hate! 
               
                (the envelope for this letter also contained some old chicken 
                bones and gravel. this rejection letter hurt more than the others, 
                mostly because i actually know the music editor at MCU.K. and 
                believed my writing was practically guaranteed a place in this 
                magazine.) 
              ***** 
              (from the UTNE READER, after sending them over 
                15 pieces of fiction and one piece of creative non-fiction. i've 
                excised most of the letter, which contained detailed advice for 
                future submissions, but i've kept a particularly salient point 
                that was made in this letter, and one that has been most helpful 
                for me.) 
                 
                 
              ...not sure whether your choice was for purposes 
                of personal style or actual content, but it is advisable that 
                for future submission you make a more serious effort to end fewer 
                of your stories with "TA-DA!" 
              ***** 
              We appreciate your enthusiasm about MAD MAGAZINE 
                - the 9 months worth of completed Mad Fold-Ins, Xeroxed and clipped 
                with a note that read "See? I totally get it!!" was 
                an act that was both generous and completely unnecesary. However, 
                we cannot accept your submission, no matter how fully storyboarded 
                it was. (again, unnecessary) A parody of One Day in September, 
                the documentary about the hostage crisis at the 1972 Olympic Games 
                in Munich, entitled, "One Day In Schleptember" is in 
                rather poor taste, don't you think?  
              In fact, this marks the first time in the history 
                of MAD that something has been rejected based solely on 
                its questionable taste. 
              P.S. "The Lighter Side of Spinal Menengitis"? 
                For shame, Mr. Levin. For shame. 
              ***** 
              This article contains almost zero monkey poop. We're 
                sorry, but our hands are tied. 
              Sincerely, 
              Walt Grisham 
                Associate Editor,  
                Monkey Poop News & World Report 
              ***** 
              (from TV GUIDE) 
              Mr. Levin, 
              Jeers to your grammatically sloppy, profanity-laced 
                profile of Seventh Heaven. 
              And Cheers...is televised weeknights at 11:30pm 
                on Channel 9, WUPN. 
              
            
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