Sure, it will cost you money and time, privacy and intimacy, and also probably several years of your life, all told. Your financial situation will be laid bare for all the world, your youthful experimentation with drugs, even your traffic violations from high school. But the worst eventuality is that the NY Times will publish your teenage poetry. And then how will you ever hold your head up in public again?
Via Athens and Jerusalem.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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Oh, the War of 1812...
Shut up, Julia.
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I have read volumes of student poetry that make Obama's doggerel look like "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner." It's bad, but it's not hide-your-face bad.
It's more the principle of the poetry, which, when written before the age of 30, is probably an earnest effort to articulate your insane or pathetic inner life. Even when the result is not a technical travesty, it's probably not exactly the light you want people to see you in. I am thinking of my own efforts here, alluded to above.
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