Greetings all,
We here in the Poetry Division of the Office of the Publisher at the
company I've been talking about are writing this to announce that after
several weeks of grueling negotiations (certified letters, collect
phone calls, emails and the Notary Public of your choice going through
as much polyvinyl pyrrolidone as a squid floating through a sea filled
with more cellulose than an Indian packaging plant run by a harem of
steely-eyed Quakers), we have finally come to terms with the grand, the
esteemed, the philosophical luminary of all things (shamelessly)
poetic, Willd Ockery.
Willd, we here in house truly admire your shamelessness.
You've put some stuff out there, and hell, if that's what it takes to
be a 21st Centrury poet, so be it.
You're the guy we want.
Furthermore, in addition to the contract you signed, I wanted to notify
you that you've been selected, my friend, for a seven-night vacation in
our artist's quarters (Chateau De Humpen), in Murphy, North Carolina,
and will be rooming with your doppelganger and poetic equivalent Wolf
Larsen.
This guy:
www.wolflarsen.org/
In case you forgot.
That's right, you two will be sharing a large bed in our quarters, and
the room has been equipped also with a DVD player, a 40" television,
fresh hand towels and a view of the mountains.
(And chocolates. Fannie May chocolates. That lifetime supply we
discussed)
We appreciate your time and your interest, Willd.
And I'm looking forward to the trip.
With you.
Hand towels and all
I
thank
you
We thank you. Here
at the organization
in question.
The Baron,
waiting with Wolf
in anticipation.
NEXT LETTER: Figuring
out how to promote
our new go-to guy.
I'm thinking of a large
sandwich board
and a busy
highway.
It's the traffic count
that matters
most,
you see.
p.s. Wolf's willing to wear a chicken suit.
Do you have what it takes?
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