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From: Jason Wright
Date: Sun, Jun 17, 2012 at 11:39 PM
Subject: RE: Jason Wright email@example.com
To: JD (firstname.lastname@example.org)
DH (email@example.com}, JC (jchristdon’firstname.lastname@example.org), BG (email@example.com)
Been on the job hunt and wanted to know if you knew of any job
openings in the poetry Industry,
I was walking down the street and it dawned on me,
I know I write rhymes constantly,and a poetry job would be perfect for me.
so if the job I know of don’t exist, and I don’t have the right stuff
or a publicist,
they say publish or perish, and just like that, a flash in the pan,
gains no interest.
So I figured, the only way I knew, to reach out to you was in prose form,
cause that’s how I think, with ink. I work in a job, I want a career,
I know the only thing I got is words, writing absurd, is the only way
I’m heard, I thought that writing a poem
is better, cause honestly poets like you, me and Toni Bee, Doug
Holder, and the bagel bard bunch,
we should help each other, I guess I am asking for help, for you to
keep your eyes open,
if you know of a job, that raises my pay quotient. Ideally, I would
like a job in publishing, but I think writing, might be nice
Some people think, well my brain drips ink, and all of a sudden a
voice long existent with persistence finally exists.
So that’s why I’m writing this, to you and the other poets on this
list, you all have become friends, and though we don’t see each other,
and some all the time, we got the gift of rhyme, and if the only thing
in the universe that connects us is verse,
then we are all one verse. and my mind might be a curse, it might
exist in rant form, it might be teaching it might be crunching
numbers, writing for the news paper, or putting down words, but man if
it was once statistics that got me crushed,
It is being a poet, with writing skills who still takes the bus, kills
open mics, but degrees grow dust
I don’t get it man, I have what it takes, if only the doors were open,
I knew I could squeeze myself right through, to an office with a
window view. But usually, I am too exhausted to look, or don’t feel
that I even have a chance, stared at my notebook trying to write this
note, and couldn’t put a line down.
then I said, you know J.D an the other poets might understand me, so I
picked up the pen, and here it is man,
no ego, no nothing, no poet strutting the red carpet trying to be
something, I’m just asking for you to keep your eyes open,
cause it’s eleven o’clock and I got to get to sleep, cause I’m back to
working my suit and tie, job, 40 hours a week, where numbers are
worshiped, and not words,
I just want to be in a place where I belong in, a suit is cool, I
missed my basketball scholarship, I lost most of it due to sickness,
but I’m back and honestly to you and the poets on this list, I am
sending this, just wanted to say
whats up, congratulations on your brand new baby boy, Happy Fathers Day too,
I hope all the good things you want come to you, and I thought
honestly wouldn’t he rather hear this in verse?
If you knew man, how hard it is to do this, then I thought it could be
worse….I could not be writing to all these wonderfully creative
the Poet Uni Verse
J.D. thanks for listening,
even with an audience.
Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His “Jagged Thoughts” column appears weekly. He actually sent this out.
James Conant is a Cambridge artist who has recently added photography to his skills, which include clay sculpture, pen and ink, montages, and pencil art. He is always available for work and collaboration.