dans mon âme

lucxsrxndle:

I wish we could wish together.
Brains touching like the soft hands of a baby,
intertwined and eyes wet,
gazing at what the world is going to give me.

I hung on so tight until I bit my arm off,
forcing my body to never hold you again.
Like a bag of rice sagging over the shelf,
then slamming to the…

alycegilligan:

“I’m not sure what Heinemann’s sees in this first novel unless it is a kind of youthful American female brashness. But there certainly isn’t enough genuine talent for us to take notice … It is too bad because Miss Plath has a way with words and a sharp eye for unusual and vivid detail. But maybe now that this book is out of her system she will use her talent more effectively next time. I doubt if anyone over here will pick this novel up, so we might well have a second chance.”

- Knopf editor, on Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar

“We have been carrying out our usual summer house-cleaning of the manuscripts on our anxious bench and in the file, and among them I find the three papers which you have shown me as samples of your work. I am sincerely sorry that no one of them seems to us well adapted for our purpose. Both the account of the bombing of Dresden and your article, “What’s a Fair Price for Golden Eggs?” have drawn commendation although neither one is quite compelling enough for final acceptance.”

- The Atlantic editor, on 3 Kurt Vonnegut writing samples

“…this is a badly misdirected talent and … this huge sprawling and inconclusive novel would probably have small sales and sardonic indignant reviews from every side.”

- Knopf editor, on Jack Kerouac’s On the Road

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Finding encouragement in the fact that even the best aren’t always “good enough.”